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Nantahala was quiet as the introductions began, and she watched Chakliux and Sirmiq with interest. Outwardly, they were different than the Sunshine people—adorned in scars and scrapes that marked them as warriors and hunters—but she did not dwell on this for long. Instead, she looked to the seal hunter’s son, and lingered there a beat too long; he was cute.

It is nice to see your faces, she said to the men as she dipped her head in greeting. And to hear that you are earning your scars—that’s cool! she said, looking to the younger wolf now. Honestly? Earning his scars sounded badass to her.