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Sabriel understood Kellin's discomfort at the coldness from the female, and he would admit to being taken aback by her response to them. As if she thought she was better then them, had some higher rank or calling. Of course it did not matter to him if she was of royalty elsewhere. That would mean nothing to him. He did have to feel some level of concern over her health if she continued to act this way to strangers, however. That was something that could not be helped, because Sabriel knew of the dangers within Moladion. He had been raised here for a long time before he set to wandering. If she had any idea of what was lurking out there, would she act so rude? She had been the one to look wary, after all.

It was quiet a three-sixty of manner, and Sabriel wondered now if she was all there in the head. Another problem with some in Moladion, but it often did not bode well to stick around such wolves. Sabriel was not worried for himself or Kellin, as there were two of them and one of her, but still. Surprise attacks were still not fun. He would watch her carefully during the time spent near her. "I hope you do not say such things to all strangers. We may be friendly wolves, but if you meet the cannibals, they will not hesitate to rip out your throat." It was a soft warning to her, because it would be terrible to die for something that she probably had no clue was out there in the first place.


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male -- eleven -- mate to micteca -- soulbound to anemone -- gypsy