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he studied her for a long moment, his golden eye thoughtful as she spoke of her father and the traditions she clung to, or at least claimed to. the wind had shifted, carrying her sincerity—or perhaps her practiced charm—but either way, he would not deny her this.

he must be in moonglow or moonspear, he rumbled, his voice steady. one of the moon villages. if his scent is there, seek him.

his gaze softened slightly, the edge of his tone not unkind but resolute. find what you need, hokulani. but tread carefully. the moon’s light does not always reveal what it hides.