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the stranger's voice put blondine on edge, but only for a moment. this was a packmate, someone who she could trust. she used the girl's words to try to track her movement but was unsuccessful in her attempt. i..., she began, unsure of what to say next, no, i reckon i'm not. 

blondine's face was soft, contorted into something between grief and confusion. she allowed a moment for herself to think and for the stranger to respond. i don't even know where to begin, i'm afraid.