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Her head moved in tandem with each of the names tossed at her, face bemused. Two could play at this game, she thought—but she held back her own torrent of monikers for now, focusing instead on what the creature—Gucci, for short—said next.

I haven't decided yet, Madhu said honestly, smiling faintly.

The expression faded somewhat, though only replaced with puzzlement. How did you end up in this place, Gucci? she asked. You'll excuse me for saying so—but I've never seen anyone resembling you among wolves. And the royal family must admire you, given your position.

Her tone was one of curiosity; scorn had fallen away. After all, she'd seen enough of the world to know that not everyone's figure and visage was that of her kin's.