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And there he was—her wayward soldier. Large and scarred, Reyson cut an impressive and intimidating figure. At least, until icy blue eyes fell on her and softened a great deal. A look she felt might belong solely to her…

At least, she could hope. She had fallen for certain thoughts like that before.

Still, her own features warmed under his attention, a low croon escaping the masked lady as she took a step into his embrace, greeting him with a certain amount of shyness. Was it okay she had come? She did not know.

His heart beat soundly—if not rapidly. Why?

“I just missed you—" she began, but was cut off by the sight of an exotic creature—both stunning and intimidating in a certain manner. Smooth words were offered, the golden she-wolf beckoning her welcome, flanked by a silent shadow.

A sideways look was given to Reyson, her amber eyes questioning, if not apologetic—perhaps she should not be here?

Still, a gentle smile was presented to her greeted, taking a step back from Reyson’s embrace as she dipped her muzzle lower in a respect she would offer any whose borders she stood on. “I’m sorry—I hope I’m not intruding” she offered, uncertain how Reyson would react now, even as she brushed her shoulder to him.