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Just when she was about to reply, somebody else muscled their way into the conversation. Which wasn't much of a bother to Ingvar. The more, the merrier! Okay, so this lady didn't seem particularly happy to see them, but Ingvar was a little slow on the uptake. Luckily, it seemed like the first wolf was happy to take the lead and guide the conversation. Ingvar, the affable fellow he was, followed along with ease.

He dropped the rabbit at his feet and shrugged sheepishly. My apologies, he said, happy to leave the rabbit if she really wanted it. And hey, maybe she'd be nicer next time they met!