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You killed that wolf.

Okay. She doesn’t like that. She stares up at it where it sits. She doesn’t have to answer to a bird. What does it matter whether she told her or not, anyway? “I told her he wasn’t a threat,” she explains. He’s not. It’s not like she led her right into danger. The danger is gone. “And what do you know? How?” she narrows her eyes, shaking her head then. God, what was she doing? This is all in her head, isn’t it?

Mallaidh doesn’t wait for an answer, she doesn’t have time for this. She looks back down and continues on, leaving the bird behind.