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Another long beat, this one of disbelief, eyes widening before she again burst into laughter—more fitful, where she had to shake her head to compose herself. “You’re kidding!” She exclaimed, finding the thought of Ferdie begging Fang to stay ridiculous but more-so than anything desperate and thus hilarious. She had respected the alpha to some extent, out of obligation and perhaps she’d been climbing the slope of loyalty, but even so it had been declining. Put off by Ferdie’s selfishness when it came to her aiding Erika and the new family. Though that no longer seemed a problem—and then it clicked, Fang didn’t know. He couldn’t have, since he’d been absent as well.

When she calmed down, she sighed and informed him, “You might be out of luck. He hasn’t been spotted on the mountain for awhile... the pack’s worried.” She spoke the last part softly, eyeing the area; apprehensive that another Sunspire wolf could overhear them, and be insulted by Kipling’s lack of bereavement on their alpha’s disappearance. “Maybe he went after you.” She suggested, cracking another grin, “Pretty sure with the way he swoons over you he’d lift up that tail.” Because she couldn’t forget how she attempted to actually do something useful, and Ferdie made it a point to switch the subject back to Fang. As if this annoying hybrid was the center of the Sunspire universe.

“But I figured—yeah—you were going somewhere else.” Lifting her nose and rejecting his cooing with a slight narrow of her eyes.