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The response put Dulce's flighty heart at ease. Although still groggy, she stood and shook most of the sleep from her fur, finding her tail doing its own friendly wag. She moved forward with a still, calm expression; most of the approach was focused on analyzing the stranger's intentions.

Are you alone? she asked, noting that his scent was faintly intertwined with several others. Most pack wolves dared not venture from the safety of their own borders, but perhaps this one was different. Not wanting him to think that she meant any harm, Dulce continued, I am.