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there wasn't an answer. sobeille watched with clinical interest as kheviel's body contorted in a curl not unlike that of arachnid death.

sobeille breathed through her nose. where a normal wolf might feel all manner of emotions -- guilt, surprise, remorse -- for a prank gone wrong, sobeille only looked upon the crone with a species of disinterest unbecoming a girl her age.

she grinned to astera and her light scolding. c'mon astera. i t'ink dere be more interesting t'ings den dis lady. sobeille stepped over the spasming woman without another glance back, making her way to bluepeace meadow at a leisurely walk that spoke of how unburdened she was hurting someone else.