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Emris tilted her head slightly, unbothered by the seawolf’s remark.

Her thick pelt caught the evening breeze, shifting faintly as she stepped closer, steady on the uneven ground. The gull at his paws was noted with a glance, but her attention lingered on him, calm and assessing.

“Is it?” she replied smoothly. Her voice was even and her eyes were flush upon his face.

She didn’t move further, content to keep her distance for now. Instead, she pulled herself into a sit upon her haunches. Content to watch.