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His alarm at being approached suddenly by another wolf was short-lived once he took in the sight of her. She was small and thin, young as well. There was nothing familiar about her in spite of the closeness of their families—a story entirely unknown to him. So, he regarded her as a stranger, one that came without threat, and gave her a smile.

Her question drove his gaze back to the battling stags as they began their dance again. ”They’re fighting for breeding rights,” Fig explained, ”Like two males in a wolf pack sometimes do to see who will be alpha. The strongest is awarded the highest rank and all the spoils.” Or so he believed. He’d never seen Planet Earth to know for sure—they took it off Netflix before he was born.