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Arric’s claim on Arlette fended the pale girl off, and now that a new yearling had arrived, Akavir’s attention became divided as well. In her usual manner, she didn’t rush to be friendly with the newcomer, though her curiosity was spiked as her scent was somewhat familiar. 

She lurked and spied on them when she could, and once she caught Akavir’s lone scent, she began to follow him in hopes of reminding her of his existence.

She huddled as he searched in a log, lifting just her head to peer at him from behind a thicket of shrubs as he spoke. Her pupils dilated and like a cat, she steadied herself on her paws, crouched, and then sprang toward him.