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he nodded, noting her raised hackles. the girl was cautious, and that was important. satisfied by how the babe as of yet comported herself, mahler's lips twitched in a smile as he beheld the white flash of her puppyteeth. she and her brother were young, with no father to guard them. constantine was of course devoted to his own brood, and mahler saw no reason why the position of guardian male should not be filled by him for the time being. not as a father, of course; as a packmate. surely chusi would not object, though he would understand if she did. quietly he watched the girl, content in his silence.