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The dust brown of the warrior’s eyes did not meet Kukutux’s. He felt as though he was being examined beneath a watchful mother’s gaze, and beyond that the shrewd eye of a leader. Even for a wolf of the Starsea, Foxfur did not wish to disrespect the clan he had taken a rank in. More than this, with the scent of pups that lingered in the lavender, the tired wolf did not want to make Kukutux feel threatened.

Yes. To my clan, I am Red Fur of the Fox.

It felt silly to speak to her of his home. The Starsea was far away, as were their customs and traditions.

You may call me what you wish, Moonstar.

Foxfur was a warrior before all else. Kukutux may have been a woman made from a different culture, but to be regarded as a star of anything was the utmost honor to the wolves of the Starsea. His worn gaze darted to the bridge of her muzzle.