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Once she understood what it was and how to wear it, she slipped it on with a quickness. She spun around in the mirror and the Dauphin could see the happiness in her eyes. She seemed surprised at it and it sat on her waist better than anything she had yet tried on. Nodding his head in approval, the redhead put all his money on the skirt. The young woman had to like it, especially considering that she smiled more broadly at it than she had anything else so far.
Ah! It was the first time that he had stumped the young woman. Smiling, rather serenely, Strel waited for the woman to figure out what she needed to say. When she did, he gave her a surprised look. "You had no idea?" His own pack had been traditional and Strel had found himself hating that fact. He had shifted on his own for the first time and he had learned that almost everyone in the pack was like that. When he asked his parents about it, they told him never to do it again, or at least in the presence of anyone outside the family. He had been rough at first when he had run away from his pack, but he had learned quickly and with enthusiasm. He had drank in the knowledge others had given him along the way to Toronto as well as people in the city. "Didn't you feel the need to change when you were a pup?"
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