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she nods along, and only when he confirms her suspicions does reyna truly know what joy feels. finally, she lowers herself. careful to not seem too friendly, but inviting enough. to her, the wolf seems to have his guard down — perhaps because of her smaller stature, she isn't sure. he's older, though, so she plays her cards carefully.

ah, congratulations then; for the catch and for your wife. she begins again, offering a gentler smile. i hope she's safe back at your village.
he does not smell of pack wolf. no, he carries the distinct scent of a traveler but reyna is not foolish enough to assume. for now, she waits to see if he takes this bait next.