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The touch at her jaw elicited a low sound of pleasure from her throat. In that moment Druid went from other to one of her own, not of her pack, but instead of her spirit. This meeting had marked them as kindred despite no other bonds to hold them. She did not know why this was, she only knew its truth.

Redd nosed at her ruff, instinctually committing her scent to memory. When she separated to give the other space once more, she glanced back in silent invitation. She intended to hunt and Druid was welcome. Perhaps they would find more success together than alone.