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“Does it not matter that you have impressed me?”

The lilting voice was like a shadow in his mind now—the very same coquettish gleam cast within her alluring gaze, as Akavir reclined back, silent yet watchful, as the silver she-wolf sidled closer to their host of the moment. It was heart achingly nostalgic in certain ways, to see her as such—

—it fucking hurt the very heartbeat in his chest, if he were honest.

If he could usher the past away, he would. How many times had he tried to forget—

The man directed his words to him now—stirring the pale moonlit eyes of the ebony Mayfair to him once more, an incline given of his muzzle in quiet acknowledgement of the sentiment given. “As am I,” he noted, his tone quiet, his features reserved—unmoving. “But she has more than proven her resilience.”

A pause, then. “We live in the valley southward of here. I wasn’t aware a pack had made claim here.” … At least, not since Qeya River had staked claim nearby, though the Taiga was not a region he was as familiar with.