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His touch was a deference to Wealda, but there was something else in it as well. She was pleased that he felt so at home here despite the decency of his arrival. Even more, she was gratified by his comfort with her presence. Redd rumbled affectionately, her tail sweeping a bit more as she leaned in.

Augur and Mulherin. Hunt lead and lead fang, two who it was perhaps best to be known to. She did not know what he meant by twin so she did not argue; perhaps they were. They were blood.

Her ear twisted sideways uncertainly when he asked what there was to know of “Redd”. It was not something she had ever been asked before, nor did she recall a time that she had ever spoken of herself. Redd was one of many; a part of a larger whole. Even Wealda had not changed this.

What else is there? She did not know.