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They didn’t have to wait long before a brown blur was bounding toward Ira. Given the Count’s laid-back, happy demeanor; and Leta’s strong Easthollow scent, Emrik was quickly able to relax. Her speedy approach having peaked his nerves. At Ira’s introduction, Emrik dipped his head an easy going smile tilted his lips.

“Nice to meet ya Leta.” He normally would have relaxed further, perhaps taking a seat, but he didn’t. Emrik had no intention of lounging along an ally’s border. First impressions were important, and he wouldn’t let Ira down by giving her step-mother any reason to find fault.