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xxxxxxHecarim had already caught her scent in the wind, near, tanged in his nostrils. Curiously he awaited the probable appearance of the scent source, his ears perked forward and his eyes gleaming coldly. It did not take long for a stark pelt of snow to appear. She then hurled at him a compliment, which surprised him. "What," a smoky voice rolled forward. It caught him a bit off guard and somewhat confused him, though his face remained stoic.

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