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The stranger ranged closer, allowing Masque to make out more details. She was intimidatingly large in stature, though between her own merits and her recent pique at all the casual intrusions lately, she refused to be unnerved. She stood her ground stiffly, wondering if the other she-wolf might hear the slight uptick in her heartbeat.

Yes, she replied quietly but emphatically. Masquerade, she offered, her expression wary but her marigold gaze tentatively intrigued despite herself. What brings you here, Zharille?