Stone Circle in the streets you run free

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The approach of another had her whirl, Illecebra's words not quite having put her at ease. She relaxed when she recognized the imposing figure of Murdock, who approached casually. Her tail wagged at her hocks, both out of gladness to see her companion,  and also out of relief, knowing this was not a strange wolf who might make a meal out of her.  

He ran his nose over her back, asking a question before she should wonder if she should greet him in turn. Probably not. "I met a girl named Clary - she was sweet. And a woman named Illecebra. She was missing an ear, but she was friendly."  She added the latter after a short pause, having associated missing body parts with cruelty. Surely, the feral dogs she'd come across had all manner of injuries of varying severity, and the worst looking were often the meanest. It was a good thing she was fast.