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Muskrat sounds fine, she replied, distractedly. It was difficult to let go of her earlier affront, but she thought also of Praimfaya's two cubs, and how they were possibly her kin, and how she might be able to have a hand in shaping them away from that heinous way of life.

She would have to seek them out.

Mahler's next comment pulled Wylla back from her thoughts, but she had nothing to say in response to that. Rivenwood was nice, but Nova Peak had been nice as well, and the hollow before that. It was nothing special in Wylla's eyes, leaving her to wonder what it was to him, and why he had not brought Sagtannet here if it was so wonderful to him.

To Wylla, it was just another land. Another place to feel like she didn't belong. That was what always happened.

There, she said, stopping abruptly to indicate that she'd found a muskrat's trail. Off they went in pursuit, or more specifically, off Mahler went; Wylla was no use in a hunt now, but followed close behind, attempting all the while to tamp down her uncertainty so that they might share a pleasant meal when he returned with his quarry, if not pleasant company.