It’ll be your luck she lives eighty years.

There it was. Oh, it was no doubt intended as a warning, but Gwyn had spent her life in Avalon Glen, and had stalked the Keepers relentlessly since adolescence. She knew Howell's assent, however reluctantly given, when she heard it. Her face broke into a broad grin.

"She's a feisty one," Gwyn admitted ruefully, "but so am I, so we should get on well enough. Once she's more... adjusted, I'd like to take her out and see what she can do. Chain on, of course," she added hastily. Gwyn was bullheaded, occasionally reckless, but she was not stupid.