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he was nothing like a wolf.

tamar, who had not thought of herself as unwolf in a very long while, now saw herself through the deep intrigue in those azurite eyes; the set of her own jaw, the largeness of her ears, the way flank and femur and shoulder, even down to the bounce of his tailtip was different, and thus she was also.

"a daughter," tamar murmured quietly, unsure whether or not she would return to find arsenio still waiting for her on the plateau. for a moment her pale eyes were transfixed with a splendid hurt, and then she was reflective again, warming.

it had been a long time since anyone had watched her so avidly. that he was pleasant to the eye provided a honeyed nature to their meeting. but more than either of these things, tamar found herself amused. "what about you?"