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Asivaq's thoughts became more vivid; she saw herself on top of the other woman, snapping, biting—maiming anything she could grab. Her vision slowly turned red, and her body tensed as these thoughts continued. She'd been a fool to run away, to allow some subordinate to dismantle her, but she wouldn't make the same mistake twice. The wolves of Tartok had taught her that, and she would do as she was taught: lead with an iron fist to assert herself as issumatar.

Meerkat's howl finally pulled her from her thoughts, and she turned towards the source of the voice and cupped her ears towards it, curious. She hardly noticed that her jaw was still clenched and that her body was tight despite the soft curves along her abdomen.

Curious, she stepped towards the other wolf and cleared her throat. Hello? she called, unable to spot the other individual among the shrubbery; it was unexpected that she found somebody else here and was genuinely surprised that she and Kigigpigak weren't alone.