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Every minute here made her feel more and more useless. There was no sign of anyone here - not the smell of caches, the sight of footprints or dens that might have been used for dens. Of course, she didn't know the Saltwinter wolves slept in one big place under the ground. But even if she had known - she would still feel as if she had wasted her time. Was she even in the right place? Her brows furrowed, her ocher eyes losing their curious and happy sparkle as her fluffy tail drooped down. She hated the thought of returning home with absolutely nothing - and that is when it dawned on her. She could hunt for Arturo! She could bring him some food to make it alright - to show she cared and found it horrible that she had not found what she had been looking for. 

But that was at the same time that a peculiar, black shadow made its way down the mountain side and was later spotted by the young girl. He looked dangerous, not like Cam or even Arturo (who could be very intimidating from time to time), but that would not stop her. In fact, his dangerous appearance only pulled her closer to him. She swallowed her fear down, raising her head and tail slightly to not look scared of him. They were roughly the same size and age, the same hue of coat even, yet he looked more like a gangster draped in black while she looked more regal. 

She squinted, walking up to him and standing in front of him a safe distance away. I can ask the same for ya. She answered shortly, her nose wrinkling playfully. Ya don't smell like the the faint borders 'ere. Why should I trust ya with my name? She asked, ocher eyes looking at him rather curiously so.