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Wyoming – A Week After the Unit’s Arrival

The air was thin up here. Crisp and wild, filled with pine and wind, and the lingering trace of snow that clung stubbornly to shaded hollows. Celine stood at the door of a cabin situated at the edge of a rocky outcrop overlooking a small valley. She had her arms wrapped around herself more out of habit than from the cold. As a selkie, her internal temperature stayed warm, even when the wind cut sideways across the craggy peak. A gift of her shifter heritage