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The sound of his movements was starting to get distracting. She could tell it wasn’t the way Towhee moved - with the intent of conversation - and it wasn’t hard for her to suss out what was happening here. Fortunately you couldn’t hear a facial expression.

Do you have a nervous twitch or something? Because I’m sure I could find something that would help with that. She asked, her tone pointed as she got to her feet to begin leading the way.

She didn’t know these parts of Mereo well enough to move at speed yet, but she could press forward with a solid amount of confidence if she didn’t move too fast. Occasionally her tail would flick out to double check the spacing on a remembered tree or outcropping, but she didn’t try to use Atreus the same way she might have Fig or, now, Germanicus. There weren’t a lot of wolves that she trusted to know to adjust their path for the both of them.