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he'd startled her; he drew back slightly, making himself less threatening, tail swishing by his back ankles.

i know moonglow and moontide, he assured her, smiling gently. there was some turmoil in the way she spoke, or so he perceived—he kept his demeanor as light as possible in light of it.

i'm part of morningsong—allies to your moon-packs, aditya continued. my son just traveled to moontide some time ago. he's back now, though; you'll have gone right past each other.

the old man cocked his head, surveying the woman. she was pretty, multi-colored, and a scent about her that sparked something within him— what's your name, ladki?