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The stranger moved back a ways, then stopped. Cambria paused too, then brushed past him, hoping the other canine would follow him. After striding a few yards further, he glanced over his shoulder to see the other male peering at the milling sounder. The yearling couldn’t quite tell if it was longing or loathing on his unusually narrow face.

This way, he muttered under his breath, skulking back in the direction of the grotto.

The sun was beginning to set, causing Cambria to squint against the glare. Luckily, the forested piedmont offered the relief of shade. His eyes darted toward his route up the mountain, though he had no intentions of climbing again today. He wanted to get home soon, especially now that he realized just how truly tired he felt.

Turning his shrewd gaze toward the oddly proportioned wolf, Cambria queried, Who are you? And what brings you here?