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She was persuasive. Swift trailed after as though she'd put him on a leash, keen to follow for reasons unknown to him. Maybe her bright excitement. Maybe her decisive manner of speaking. Maybe the fact that she was a curious thing to him. Maybe all three.

He was a hunter and his sister not so different from prey in terms of seeking and finding. But Swift did not ply his nose or his eyes or his ears to the search. He was too caught up in watching Athalia, finding he had to be alert and sharp to keep up with her briskness and abrupt changes in direction.

Her erratic behavior was beginning to annoy him as he sensed a lack of progress, but before he could make a remark she was upon him. What. Sniffing and snuffling all up and over him. Swift froze, his head drawn back and his haunches nearly dropped into a sit. What are you —

She's not in my fur!

I love her lol.