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Despite Erzulie's nudging, Sobo stayed put, eyes locked upon Avicus. Avicus was more like Erzulie and Njord than any grown wolf Sobo had seen. The colour of her pelt matched the colour of his and Loko’s tails, the same russet of their father’s, and she bore no markings upon her figure, unlike torn Rosalyn and that white she-wolf he once saw. It did not put him at ease, for she was stranger, and he was shy.

Mireille coming to huddle next to him pulled his attention from Avicus to his sister. He sat up to press his snout against the side of her face before licking the inside of her ear. That was when he spotted that same unusual she-wolf from before, with that same odd locomotion. This time, he took more notice of Haunt’s abnormalities. Still, it was curiosity rather than horror that bubbled to the front of his mind.

She was stranger, too, but Sobo had seen her once before. It was not so shocking this time. In Haunt’s favour was the rabbits she brought every time he saw her, so with less hesitance than he showed toward Avicus, Sobo began to creep forward in the grass, wide-eyed with belly brushing the floor, toward the rabbit and Haunt.