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No worries at all! Please go at whatever pace is comfy :)

It was only when she met this new wolf that Mya began to recognize Khusobek's stuff guardedness as something else — formality. Poise, even, on the one they called hebsut. Mya didn't know any manners aside from saying please and thank you, and that it was rude to push Ike or sass their father. Had she been sassing Khusobek?

What a strange name! Both of them, really. And this was a strange place, like something out of a dream.

Mya lifted her gaze to the ceiling as if Eset had asked her to do so. Mya did not actually know the word ceiling. She saw instead a second, stone-hewn sky, almost close enough to touch. Like a cave, but different, too.

"What's a hebsut?" she asked. Her voice sounded as if it was very far away. Dark ears swiveled uneasily as it bounced off the walls and whispered back to her. Hebsut.

She tucked her chin down with great effort to gaze moon-faced at the woman.