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She approached, something Phox hadn't entirely expected. She greeted him, and Phox relaxed a smidge. Hi, he said. He felt his skin twitch, unease running through him. He had, for the most part, avoided anybody who smelled even remotely like she did right now. And there was a good reason for that. Phox knew the way instinct worked, and he knew it was very difficult to retreat from it.

You from around here? he asked. Oh yes, very smooth.