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Dwin did not understand, whether Alaric's remark about the reflection was his attempt to joke or he had meant it. Still - she chuckled, thinking, but not saying out loud that it was no wonder, he saw himself in Amalia. All black wolves looked like each other. So did white wolves. And only those, who had colours - even greyscales like her - were truly unique. She would probably not be able to tell Alaric apart from Amalia, if they were standing far away. 

"But, what if that anger does not go away. Even after those few minutes? And if that anger spoils every good and great thing you want to do? It just creeps in and does not let you go and you ruminate that thought over and over and over again?" Dwin pressed for a more detailed explanation.