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She tucked those memories back where they lived in some shadowy corner of her mind and opened her eyes. Meerkat startled with an audible gasp when she saw someone standing there, watching her. Those blue eyes reminded her so much of Swordfish’s that her stomach cramped and, for a moment, Meerkat thought she might be sick.

It was dangerous to take her eyes off a stranger, yet she looked away for a moment to breathe through the wave. Only when she was certain she wouldn’t vomit, after all, she slowly turned back toward the willowy she-wolf with lustrous chocolate furs and her son’s eyes.

She didn’t have the heart to socialize, though her good manners prompted her to offer a quiet, Hello.