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Sif paused her advances when the other girl dropped her prize. Ruddy eyes carefully regarded the stranger, searching for signs of aggression or distress. Then her eyes fell on the stick and lingered there, gaze growing jealous and intent. She'd been about to dart forward and to try and snatch it away when the other girl spoke, snapping Sif out of her green-eyed haze.

Her expression remained uncertain, ears flicking back even as she uttered a quiet response: "Hi."

Then her gaze fell to the ground in something akin to shame - she'd almost stolen a stick from a nice girl. What if this was destined to be one of Wardruna's wives? What would she had done, then?