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He did not initiate either, and as he stepped back, she dropped the antler with a small, apologetic wave of her tail.  It did not appear he took it personally.

Instead Ulfhedinn seemed interested in her companion.  Gavrel had spoken of them meeting but she did not know the hunt lead’s thoughts.  The choice had been hers and hers alone, and it still did not occur that he might disapprove.  Thankfully this anxiety was not one even hinted at in her thoughts.

As his eyes proposed the question, Redd thought of Gavrel, and the unease slid from her posture.  Her tail lifted with more genuine joy and there was no mistaking the fondness that eclipsed her features.  He had provided her escape, companionship, and freedom these past days.

She chuffed an affectionate confirmation, then nosed the hunt lead’s ruff appreciatively.  As she did, the hunt wife’s scent too became apparent, and children newly present.  Wealda felt a rush of protective pride, familiar by now.  But also the quiet weight of expectation, a sense of a duty that her body did not share.

Slightly dampened, she averted her gaze, but still radiated calm reassurance.  Happiness and pride overshadowed all else.  This confusion she intended to simply ignore.