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The little dove had been hunting again. She waited while the creature stomped, only realizing that it was not a pale deer that she hounded through the dark, but another wolf; one taller than her, and somehow leaner too, and beautiful in its eccentric way.

It had stopped its fussing, and Wilwarin thought she heard it take some deep breaths. She mirrored the action in time with their inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, trying to learn more without being seen.

They had a long face; everything about them was thin and stretched, and Wilwarin wondered about what had them so riled.