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Cambria spoke again, and either he was really good at hiding that he had not spotted her, or he actually had not spotted her. She liked to believe the latter, as it played in well to her ego. What had that coyote said? She was pretty good at stalking? Not that this was stalking, but it was definitely hiding, which was part of the same game. Until she found her handsome bodyguard, she would have to learn to hide from her would-be attackers. In her mind, everybody was a potential threat, so it was better to play it safe.
From her spot hidden betwixt the rocks, she watched him sniff the air, eyes scanning the world in front of him while that awful bird clung to his back. Odessia still failed to see the logic in that. Then, it dawned on her: instead of seeking out another wolf to be his bodyguard, he had found a bird to do his dirty work. Wait, no, that could not be right. He was an able-bodied, healthy looking wolf. In fact, Odessia soon found herself shoving him right into her bodyguard fantasy.
She kept herself hidden in the shadow of the rocks, ears pricked forward when he called out... a name? Did he think she was somebody else? That simply would not do.
Against her better judgement, Odessia stepped out into the light just behind him. Her heart raced as she tried to put on a brave face, though her quivering voice was evidence enough that she was not as confident as her puffed out chest would suggest.
"My name is Odessia, not Marco," she said.