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He let out a small sigh of relief as the man finally spoke, admitting to being a bit shy. He still felt like kind of an ass, but at least the matter had been sorted.

Nice to meet you, Cambria! My daughter's the same way, Killdeer replied, smiling. She always gets right down to business. Meanwhile, I talk way too much—I'm pretty sure that's worse.

He took a step back, then another, bowing his head in slight apology. I'll get out of your hair, he told the other wolf. If solitude was what Cambria wanted, Killdeer didn't want to spoil that. Pleasure to meet you—and good luck with the fishing.

Before departing the lakeshore, his eyes cast toward the direction of the Moonspear. He really ought to. . .

No. Just like Cambria, Treepie probably wanted to be left alone for a while. He would visit eventually, but not now. Instead, he pointed his muzzle toward home—unless the self-described socially-awkward man had anything else to add.