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Bylgja hadn't expected to see one wolf, or... wolf dog-- let alone three. Her ears flicked forward and she looked from one face to the next.

The one on the right looked impatient, but the blonde looked... goofy. Not like Bylgja's sort of scene.

She stepped forward and touched her nose to the nose of the center wolf, tail wagging twice. That was clear, wasn't it? It had to be. How they'd gotten there she didn't know, and didn't want to ask.

BYLGJA CHOOSES THE MEDIUM PATH.