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The scent grew stronger with the approach of an older wolf. She adjusted herself accordingly — slight submission, down-turned gaze — and listened to him speak, noting the lull of his voice. Nigaq's brow drew together in frustration as she came closer to realization but again, was stopped just a short distance from full recognition.

She looked up at him, though only for a moment. Nigaq Apaata, she replied, I'm looking for someone, and I think that I might mind them here.