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The sisters exchanged inquisitive looks but did not yet speak. In the end, it was the dog who broke the silence. His ears pricked and his head lifted, revealing a decidedly canine face. He chirped a bright greeting to them, dropping the leaders’ names.

Pie gazed at him in silence for a beat, looking for any sign of a dreaded collar, but it was hard to see his neck with all that fur. She hesitated only a second before padding a little closer, trying to acquaint herself with his scent and other attributes. Haedwig’s words drifted in the back of her mind. “They’re cursed,” she’d said about dogs. “They carry diseases that bring danger to wolves.”

Greetings, she said with a flick of her tail. I’m Treepie and this is my sister, Tikaani. What’s your name?

He didn’t smell diseased and Pie didn’t know whether she believed in curses. As her yellow eyes roved back and forth across his face, she thought she saw kindness and intelligence looking back at her.