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She caught his preening gaze, but paid no mind. The mention of meeting another was different for her, considering the fact she never went out of her way to discover new names and faces.

She holds a sharp tongue, as well as an arrogant attitude. The answer came swiftly. The Widower knew just how to describe them, for they had concealed nothing.

If I see her stray too close again, you can be certain she will be leaving a trail of blood to mark her departure. She broiled at the thought of seeing the coyote again. Clearly, she wasn't a fan.