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She had said something offensive, or insensitive, or both - probably. Disa wasn't entirely sure. She squinted at Kemal's departing back, processing the conversation in her head but finding no data that indicated a failed exchange. A dead wife meant space for a new one. Worthy meant fertile.

If she hoped to remain in the pack, Disa would need a translator. It was a defect that had plagued her since childhood - an inability to connect, a sort of blankness. Except, strangely, when someone stuck a paw through that glassy surface and stirred the black silt into a raging vortex - as Soto had, and a few others before him.

Disa remained standing for a while, pondering how she would make amends with Kemal once she had figured out her error.