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As Mireille spoke—quite a lot, actually—Druid’s grin grew. Not only would they remain acquainted, she realized her new friend reminded her of Witch, who would quite often go off on fanciful spiels. They delighted Druid, as did Mireille’s breathless patter about her sisters. They seemed to have much in common, a fact which put a steady wag in the gray youth’s tail.

You’re so lucky, Druid voiced her earlier thought, to have so many sisters! I have two: Heda and Witch. You’ll like them both, I think, but especially Witch. And with that, she decided she would bring them both along, supposing they wanted to come. Maybe you could bring some of yours too? The idea of gathering so many wolves was at once exciting and quite intimidating.

Druid supposed they should agree on the whens and wheres of their rendezvous. Do you know about the phases of the moon? she murmured, eyes searching Mireille’s fine-boned face. It will be a full moon soon. Maybe we could meet at the new moon. It seemed like such a long time, even as she suggested it, but it would give them both time to prepare themselves and their sisters.