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As am I, Merel said.

Her tail swished calmly behind her as she observed him. Though her smile and tone were pleasant, her hazel eyes were cool and neutral. Another man, but this one was sleeker and leaner. Cream gilded his dark fur. Quite a striking sight he was; Merel could not help but find him beautiful. Harder to outrun, but might make for a fairer fight, an icy, cynical voice evaluated in the back of her mind.

She ignored it for the moment.

Have you been wandering long? I’m new here, myself, Merel continued. She gestured vaguely with her snout to the grasslands that surrounded them. More playfully, she asked: What do you call yourself, mister?