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She noticed a portion of the pelt was matted as she washed it, and with a groan, she pulled it from the lake and onto the shore. My, my, she said to herself, examining it with a careful eye as she wondered if getting rid of it was worth the effort or not.

But before she could decide, a familiar laugh and voice reached out, and a chill went up her spine as she realized who was here: Chakliux. She'd practically ghosted him after their last meeting—even though he had plenty of women to keep him busy!—and a wave of guilt washed over her. She turned to him, her face riddled with emotion, and forced herself to smile as she studied him.

He looked well, and for that, she was thankful. But there were expressions on his face that she recognized, and her heart wrung with remorse. She flattened her ears and smiled softly; despite everything, it was good to see him.

It is a surprise to see you here, she replied, her voice curious.