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the woman barks in response, but before she can say anything, another wolf arrives — a male this time. she says nothing as he moves closer to the other wolf, addressing only her; she's fairly used to others treating her that way, but it puzzles her in this setting. can he simply tell she's filth by looking at her? is it a skill learned by wolves even outside the tribes? the thought makes her nauseous. she turns away from the pair, feeling suddenly, horribly self-conscious as she retreats from the scene. it doesn't take long for the shame to turn into anger, but by that time she's far away from the other two, blinking away hot tears and trying without success to convince herself that she's overreacting.