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Well. He was a polite wolf--even bowed to her, which made her laugh and feel uncomfortable. Please, cousin, she said. There is no need to bow to little old S'ari. Ridiculous. But there was some small part of her that liked it.

He spoke of an agreement of some kind. S'ari automatically went into trader mode. Agreements were the lifeblood of the Tribe. Yes, she said, her brown eyes gleaming. What kind of agreement? A trade of some kind? S'ari just loves to trade.