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"My name is Zebra," Zebra's strange eyes scanned the other she-wolf. "Who may you be?" She asked with a smile.
"Hello, Zebra," Squirrel replied in a deeper voice than he had had a few months before. "I am Black Squirrel. You might have seen my father, Lion -- he's large and has tawny orange fur... with a ruff of sorts around his neck?" He turned to Crane. "Hello."
"I have yet to make his acquaintance," Zebra said to Squirrel's back. She narrowed her mismatched eyes and turned away. It seemed she would have to wait for the alpha alone, but that was fine with her. She was used to it. She stood up, with her head held high, and dug at the ground in boredom.