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The silence stretched between them a moment and Redd allowed it to settle comfortably.  She too was thinking about that time, the start of true change.  But her own had begun before this, when she had set her ambitions aside and no longer been worthy of them.  It did not matter that her isolation had not been a choice; since then she had fought a quiet battle of her own, one she was ill suited to, closing the space opened between she and the pack.  The hunt family seemed approving, but her own family felt distant still.  Wealda's shadow marked them all.

As they always did, her thoughts smoothed and lightened when Gavrel was mentioned.  Her ears twitched with surprise, but she smiled, an expression that softened her more fully into Redd.

It was hard to fit him into words, let alone the things she felt.  He is sunlight. She replied, thinking of the association she’d had upon meeting him.  It was not only his golden fur, but the warmth he held and the ways he drew her into brighter moments.  He chose to follow.  She was grateful for it every day.

Gavrel had told Masquerade how he felt, Redd knew.  But what did her sister think of him?