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In Nutu, he saw the cherub that his own sister had never been. An excited, and yet sweet thing; she earned from him a smile and a wink. It be nice to meet you, Nutu, He said, gently thumping his tail against the ground, at a much slower pace than hers and yet friendly all the same.

One of his ashen ears flicked back as he heard another wolf approaching from behind him- by scent, he recognized the wolf as being Viskani, who seemed to have been summoned by his words. 

He looked to her only when she drew even with him, and noted then the tension in her posture. Muskrat, he thought, had done little more than flex her muscles, and yet with light disdain he smelled what he thought was the light, but acrid scent of insecurity coming from her. 

Dis be ‘er, yes. He said first to Muskrat. Viskani questioned him, and he replied with calm assuredness. Dis be Muskrat an’ Nutu, of de Ridge. Dey be wantin’ to make a speakin’ place ‘ere, between us.

Something told him, however, that this meeting could very well end up as a pissing match between the two wolves; Muskrat had an obvious sense of humour- he wondered if it might rankle Viskani, or if she might remain calm. 

The discussion might leave both him and Nutu as bystanders- and like any other gossip, he was content to be a fly on the wall.