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Her ears would fall with the offer as she contended with how to answer Reverie, and how to explain that she’d belonged to a pack once before and had seen what happens to encroaching lone wolves. Especially with the coming season, when mothers were expecting or already nursing their newborn pups, and fathers vigilantly guarded their brood. Tauris would not expect them to take kindly to drifter like her at their border.

But Reverie’s face held no such fear. Perhaps in Swiftcurrent Creek, things were different. She’d be finding out, either way.

“I’d like that.” She said nothing more, just continued to rest her paw over the other’s.

A quiet, but constant companion.