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Sequoia hadn't meant to make Druid physically ill, but she'd done an excellent job of it anyway.

Whoa, yikes! You okay? I didn't think I was getting that graphic about it. I'll spare you the more gory details, eh? Sialuk licked Druid's cheek, not bothered by the small amount of upchuck she ingested along the way. She was, after all, a canid. Have you ever seen a dog eat vomit? They love it!

I do mean it, though. I won't let any man near you if you don't want him there. Same goes for Witch and Skaig—I mean, Heda. Sequioa had a hard time losing Heda's old name. She gave Druid another smile, hoping that was of some comfort.

Besides, I'm pretty sure Mahler wouldn't let any of them near you, either. He seems especially protective of 'his women.' Sequoia snorted at the idea of being one of "Mahler's women," since it was pretty clear Wylla had him under her paw and not the other way around. Not that she minded. It was easy enough to stay out of her way and steer clear of the drama that those two always seemed to whip up for themselves.

You know, Wildfire—my mentor and a second mother to me—she was partnered with another lady for much of her life. Sequoia raised an eyebrow at Druid. Maybe it ran in the family.