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Was he imagining things? Mathieu had passed by enough clear riverbanks to know that he and Mal held a faint resemblance. He thought little of it, figuring that they'd both been blessed by the god of genetics. He wondered if the rest of the group was this attractive and thought that if so, he would fit in just fine.

A nod of greeting was tossed in Mal's direction. I like your winter coat, he called back, Where'd you get it? A goofy smile was painted on his maw, exposing one crooked canine. He settled into a seat and allowed his posture to fall into slight submission.

I'm looking for a pack, Mathieu explained. What did leaders normally ask during these sorts of meetings? He'd only ever known the way of home; you were either related and welcome, or you weren't. How did it work elsewhere? Matty, that's my name. Ask me whatever you want.