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Her mild exasperation amused him. I did not want to assume. That begged the question then: why was it called Witch Island? Perhaps she merely wasn’t a witch. It could’ve been a role reserved for others. But the tone in which she’d dismissed the idea made him think she didn’t believe in witches at all.

Wake thought it best not to sate his curiosity with this one.

Just on an adventure, then? It was a liberating thought, though he imagined this would make her less likely to be a potential recruit. Freedom, after all, was very important to some wolves. Who are your friends? He made a gesture towards her pelt and ventured a step forward; a silent request to take in her scent more closely, as well as those of her party.

His coat had little other than his own cologne to examine, but his posture left himself open for her advance, if she were so inclined.