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"Magpie," Pipit breathed, the word curling around her muzzle in a plume of warm smoke. She trotted closer, a smile creasing her lovely face as she fell transfixed into eyes a sharper shade of green than she ever remembered seeing. "Like the bird!" the rosy wolf giggled, gaze dancing over the parched woman as she seemed to recognize the clear resemblance to her namesake. "I'm a bird too— a pipit!" she continued to chime as she came even closer, her body language submissive and excited, and most obviously  not the typical behavior of a territorial pack wolf. "I mean, silly me, my name's Pipit," the cheery bird paused finally, allowing Magpie the choice to close or lengthen the remaining distance between them.