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The maid did not speak to him again. She gathered the branches for the lady queen and opted to brave the dark of Satsu's bedchamber. Arsenio followed with his eyes, tracing her frame, memorizing the shades of her fur. 

When she had disappeared from sight, the auburn wolf settled smugly into his post. His ears were splayed in hopes of catching any words that might be shared between the women, but Tamar moved silently. 

The guard did not stir.