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In the beat of silence following the bird’s name, a third wolf appeared. Cambria’s head rapidly swiveled as he took in the newest arrival, another pale she-wolf with reddish markings dusting her crown and nape. She seemed friendly enough, her words striking the Dragonling in such a way that he had to very carefully control his facial expression.

Odessia’s rejoinder further tested his impulse control. He had never fought so hard in his life to keep a straight face. He didn’t even know why, none of this was very funny. But Cambria hadn’t smiled in so long. As soon as that thought drifted through his mind, he quit trying to hold it back. His lips pulled apart and he huffed a laugh right through Odessia’s question.

Cambria looked to the newcomer, attentively polite, as he pressed his lips together in a milder smile. It felt good to find something funny, even if it was something as dumb as a wolf including a flighted bird in her warning not to take a wrong step into her pack lands. And, of course, Odessia’s overly literal riposte, which had been just as amusing.