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Primrose hair spread out in the grass like a halo around her, Shiloh closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the pleasantly cool noontime. She fidgeted only slightly when the blades of grass tickled her, and once she sat up to precisely flick away an insect that had landed on her knee. Presently, however, she was at peace and quite quickly beginning to doze off.
A splash and a caterwaul caused the woman to sit bolt upright, her fingers curling in the grass as one hand whipped out to grab the staff that was not there. Her ears swiveled forward to the rippling edge of the lake until a pair of heads resurfaced, one turning toward her while the other produced scolding noises that made her smile reflexively. She bent her legs at an angle, sitting softly on the grass, her posture prim as she watched the dark-furred luperci swim closer; he’d apparently spotted her.
Her polite and expectant expression softened up into a grin of recognition when the man emerged from the lake, water dripping from his fur and gushing from the shorts she made a point not to look at. When his Stormbringer blue eyes landed on her, she abandoned her neat little seat in the grass to stand up and smile at him, noting how he’d grown since the last winter he’d left the Solbjorg. It wasn’t as drastic a change as had been the case with Saul, but it made her realize just how much time she’d been away from the members of her family.
“Not long ago,” the white she-wolf mused, tapping a padded finger against her lips. She smiled at his second question, her blue eyes half-narrowed and teasing, rather than coming up with the smart-alecky remark she wanted to; it was fairly obvious that she’d joined with the woody, rich scent of the land and the village already clinging to her coat.
“It’s really good to see you,” Shiloh went on with a broader smile, abandoning her teasing. She stepped toward him and began to open her arms before staring at his still-soaked fur. She hesitated, her ears flicking back, then promptly bent down to coo at the bedraggled cat. “Oh, you poor thing—is big ol’ mean Nierny torturing you, kitty?” Delicately she extended her hand, fingers crooking to scratch under the feline’s chin and behind his ears if he’d permit her.