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Treepie didn’t outwardly react as he introduced himself. She raised a mental eyebrow though. Why was a stranger from a pack she’d never heard of standing on her doorstep bearing gifts? Maybe she should’ve found it pleasing, yet in her currently misanthropic temper, the Regent didn’t trust it at all.

What for? she questioned baldly, keeping her tone neutral.

Her yellow eyes bored into the top of his head, which he’d lowered along with his tail. Pie found herself assessing his body language. It didn’t win her over or make her trust this Leandros or his motives, but it did stir a sense of rectitude within her to have someone show her the respect she deserved.