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"I understand," Imaq demurred quietly, ears pinning halfway to her speckled skull as her mind again wandered to her long-lost triplets -- flitting away again before their memory could cut her too deeply. "Things easier but not over," the shaman added, mainly to herself, in a moment of sageness before daring at last to reach out and offer him a comforting brush of her temple against the silvered navy of his feverpelt.

Wintersbane was an astute man, she knew she needn't fear he would take it the wrong way -- assume that she was flirting with him. Though she was not blind; he was a fine catch for any woman of their tribe. They just didn't quite know each other like that. 

The dove fell into companionable silence, nodding in response to his gratitude and shooting a small smile of warmth his way as they continued along on their patrol.