Dragoncrest Cliffs 46 & 2 ahead of me

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Uma rested quietly upon her haunches, swiping her muzzle with her tongue before her pale jaws parted into a massive yawn. She had not slept well the previous day, perhaps in anticipation for what would come tonight; her approach of a wolf pack unknown. Joining was always potentially dangerous business, for there was no way of knowing the level of aggression held by the pack in question, some being more protective of their territory than others. But, as her eyes reopened from  the yawn, a pale man was approaching and his posture, though proud and confident, did not appear overly aggressive. 

His question was spoken in a voice businesslikebut not unkind. Her posture shifted into one of submission and inferiority, as she heaved a soft sigh of relief, her ribs {which were carved by hunger} expanding and then retracting. "My name is Uma," she began. It was not the answer to his question, but she felt that naming herself was the polite thing to do, and may also serve to score her additional points with the snowy male and thereby his pack. "I have come seeking a home here, if there is adequate space for me."

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