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Just as she'd convinced herself it would be smarter to howl and wait at the borders, the voice she'd been listening for called out her name. Sunny! she cried, throwing herself bodily into the other wolf. He was certainly a sight for sore eyes - more handsome than she remembered and still warm and sweet-smelling. Skraeling had mind to simply hunker down against him and never, ever move again, but of course she was being silly.

I know a little about it, but will you tell me again? Just so we're on the same page? she suggested, voice gentle and earnest.