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The tables turned quickly. 

Viskani became cool, welcoming of conversation when she was informed of the intended significance of the place. Tousaint was lightly impressed, and wondered if he'd been wrong to read her hesitance as insecurity. He shouldn't judge her too harshly, he told himself; she'd come all this way to establish a new pack with only a couple of her sons...

But Muskrat's intensity grew, something which caught Tousaint's eye like a shard of beachglass, green and shining, amid the earth tones of the rocky shore. She bartered for peace with a threat, which amused Tousaint. While he paused to think of the few little treasures he'd brought with him, he could think of nothing that would wound him terribly if it should be stolen in a raid. 

But what would Viskani think of such a bold statement? Of the demands that none hunt in the grasslands that lay between them? And of the woman's intense stare? 

He liked women who knew their own strength. He now stood among them; not a bad place to be.