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peregrine took no notice of the dark figure on the other side of the borders. not at first. his own inner turmoil blinded him to the presence of the other wolf until the distance between them was negligent, and only a truly blind wolf would have failed to take note.

the first thing he noticed was the strange expression on the dark wolf's face. almost as if he was expecting something, but it was gone as quickly as peregrine saw it. i thought you were someone i knew, the stranger explained. an odd, nameless feeling twisted in peregrine's chest.

who? he asked thoughtlessly, forgetting introductions and formalities altogether.