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The first word was unfamiliar, but it sounded awfully similar to the language Kove had once briefly taught her. This only heightened her curiosity, and she considered his question with a small, quiet smile, speaking only after a moment. Maybe, she said cryptically, and then added, Do you know a man named Kove Apaata?

There was no way they were not in some way related; Maegi knew this to be fact. She wasn't even considering the possibility that northerners might just look more alike than the myriad varieties of southern wolves. Even if it was a distant link, it was there—and Maegi was going to suss it out.

Perhaps they could be friends, and he could fill the Kove-shaped hole in her life. That would be quite nice.