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astara remained still as the healer tended to her wounds. the poultice was cold -- bracing. somewhere along her ruff she felt the bite of pain, distant.

when he settled alongside her astara took in his gaze inquisitively. his past was unknown to her, as was his language -- as was everything. astara, a stranger among her own pack.

a flicker of insecurity crossed her gaze, dying out as evien spoke of her new name. leila. simple -- elegant. astara placed a paw upon evien, head dipped in acknowledgement.

leila.