RED WINE / o, joining

[Beatrice]

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Beatrice was on the scene first. Her movements slowed as she neared the border and the dark wildcat just beyond the Typhoon territory's reach. She narrowed her dark eyes for a few seconds, trying to figure out what this woman wanted. Bea, the poor thing, had never really done one of these before. She had always been the second or third person to arrive, and she never caught the usual words spoken and asked of newcomers.

After a few more heartbeats, she grew impatient of waiting. [b]"What's your purpose for being here?" the canine queried, arching a metaphorical eyebrow as she spoke. She wondered if the other was here to join or if they were delivering something. "I'm Beatrice, by the way. You are..?" she trailed off, hoping the other would fill the void of silence she left.
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