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He teased at her—lightening the apprehension slightly from her shoulders, she flashed a small smirk, a wolfish brow arching at his apology. “Snacks are a customary offering, from where we're from,” she fibbed—glib and unapologetic before giving a gentle shake of her muzzle to let him know she truly wasn’t serious.

“Acantha,” she offered in return, though the mention of Silvertongue stirred an ear to idly flick. “We do. Are you here to bum a favor already?” Again—her tone was light—her eyes drifting over him in consideration.