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The wolf who answered his call wore pale furs and an air of authority. Sylvan stepped back from the meat and lowered his tail without meeting the piercing yellow gaze. The silence held between them, but the scent the man brought with him said many things.

Sylvan would make no promises. Here for the season; here for the year. What difference did it make? He could guard their borders, feed their pack. He could keep his head low and his mouth shut.