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What. . .exactly was she looking at?

Madhuri's head turned toward the call, sapphire eyes landing on a small, plush creature headed her way, calling her name in greeting. She gave him a once-over, brows drawn together.

Everything within her screamed to make some sort of remark.

Courtly manners won out.

Yes, she replied, after a long pause. Very much so. And. . .you are?

They hadn't been acquainted. She resisted the urge to kneel down and get on his level; it felt odd to speak to someone the height of a child. He didn't speak like one, anyway, and he certainly didn't look like a wolf pup.