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It was on the tip of his tongue: “Are you a Redhawk?” But before he could ask, the she-wolf spoke, her tone crisp. Caracal tipped his vulpine head as he parsed her meaning. Basically she was saying that many wolves looked like her. Well, he couldn’t argue her point.

He would feel stupid if he asked his question now, so instead Caracal said, I guess you’re right. Anyhoo, my name’s Caracal Redhawk. He paused, just in case the surname evoked a reaction, then continued, What’s your name? Do you live around here? His nose wriggled as he eyed the woman with genuine curiosity.