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When the wolf spoke again, it was to calm her, to try and soothe. That wasn't typical behavior from any male and so Camilla came to the conclusion that the oddly proportioned wolf wasn't male; they were probably some youngling, a girl that she could bond with. It was a much more calming thought than the voice itself, but that was good. Camilla took some careful glances and muttered, C-Camilla, I... her throat felt constricted, so she swallowed a lump but couldn't quite speak again for a moment. When she did, she blurted: Phox... Phox br-brought me.