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Her anticipation in that momentary flash of teeth did not surprise her, nor did it deter her from wanting to draw closer. Yet Echelon withheld for the same reasons that Emori did; her eyes scanned the background behind her. They were alone, it seemed. Better that way, because even in light of her restoring health, Echelon knew her smaller size was usually at a disadvantage when more than one wolf was involved. Without knowing where Tonravik was, she wouldn't press an angry claim outside of antagonizing it more.

She ignored the next stretch of psychobabble out of the female, finally focusing back in on her when she spat out the pieces of something Echelon did understand. "Oh," she said, this time in a tongue they shared. A look of disappointment crossed her features, but dissipated into the air like the plume of breath chasing her statement. With her own rough features including the scabbing of wounds healed, the flighty Phase huffed indifferently.

"I thought you were talking about how the water was yours," she hastily explained as though that would right everything. Nothing had been wronged as far as she knew. "I wanted to prove you wrong." She spoke in pure jest, though her tone was flat as a horizon at sea.