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Sega is a very kind wolf, Elowyn said. Miska turned away to roll his eyes at the distant woods. Sega was strategic. A man's man with a plan, filling his tribe with fertile young women and malleable yearlings.

Miska had a feeling that Angel was simply the lead that had panned out.

"So - Angel marry nurse," Miska summarized. The Florence Nightingale effect. "Is fast. This OK. Sega must quickly making childrens for Great Sky, young wife is good choice," he went on, reducing the partnership to reproduction. "Two young wife better," he posited with a shrug, then turned his yellow stare from the road to Elowyn. "Maybe he invite you. When is time." For the act, though not said, was heavily implied. "This culture of many mans."

Something about the tone of his voice warned that repeating so much as a word of their conversation would put Elowyn in an uncomfortable position indeed.