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They resettled, the panther shifting to accommodate Sulukinak's nearness. The solidity of her took away some of that breathless, haunting feeling in his chest. He let out a soft sigh; relief, maybe, although he could not yet say for what.

"A village must," he replied. He had an idea that she would rather have a small village, or no village at all — but Dutch thought this was an illness to be cured in her more than real preference. Wolves were meant to come together, weren't they?

He still smelled most strongly of Sulukinak, and second most of Fallen Sun. Traces of his hunt with Eira were evident, as was the scent of his father. Dutch didn't notice Sulukinak's curiosity, lost in thought as he was. It did occur to him that she might not have met a few of the newcomers. Two, rather.

"Does this displease you?" he asked.