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Sun Eater. That felt like a bad omen, given her own moniker. She stared for a long moment at the dark man's forepaws, and then nodded, swallowing a sudden lump in her throat.

Saatsine, she replied, as she followed him toward their hunting ground.

Her head at his flank, she increased her pace to match his, galloping over the packed snow with fluid grace. 

Your clan will come with us? Rising Sun asked, pitching her voice above the wind.