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When the stranger first came into view, she stiffened and the fur all along her spine stood on end. Aapaga! she thought with a wave of loathing that caught her totally by surprise. A beat later, she saw the scars. Not long after that, his scent hit her nose and she knew this wasn't Kaertok. She remained rigid, staring.

He came closer, offering amiable greetings, and Haunt swallowed the suddenly sour taste in her mouth. "Nothing," she said lowly, "I lost it." Her ears flicked as she admitted this, yellow eyes skirting to his face and down to the ground again and again. If Haunt had known the phrase, she might've thought, Uncanny valley.

Taking a breath, Haunt tried to move past the resemblance and the bitter feelings it stirred. "I'm Haunt," she said, "Arktoi." The title slipped thoughtlessly from her tongue as an image of an antlered she-wolf flashed through her mind. She shrugged inwardly, noting that it sounded like any given surname.