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Did she... count as a stranger? Of course she did. Once again he was genuinely perplexed. "Yeah," he responded, eyeing her curiously. "Don't you?" They weren't friends, and definitely weren't pack. She seemed down about it for some odd reason, but it wasn't a bad thing? He didn't mind strangers after all so long as they were polite.

Then Jarilo appeared, and Gannet felt a wave of relief as his tail wagged with greeting. Good!! "Ocellus," he said, hoping he'd repeated it right and glancing at her to be sure. "She.... uh." He hesitated. His position was uniquely fragile in the Moonspear, and any suggestion he made could reflect on that. But if he started worrying about that, he'd worry a lot? And worrying wasn't something he enjoyed doing much of. "She needs somewhere to stay." Jarilo was younger, but he knew his family. He could maybe give some insight into this, because slow as Gannet might be, he got the strong feeling Ocellus was hinting something here.