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her dulcet drawings work as baby-girl finally divulges more information - still a little on the vague side but witchbaby doesn't need all the details, just a snapshot. but oh, the news itself! a wolf missing-and-found - but not home, but found - "better'n them not findin' her at all," witchbaby says, eyes gone soft and sad. 

the look is gone as quick as it came, replaced with a sharp smile at furi's profession. "you did seem like the scrappy type," she giggles, recalling their fight with the fox, "i'm happy for ya!"

seems thats all furi's gonna give her for now, so she lifts her head up with a hum. "suppose it's my turn - i fell in with a pack a sorts," the scarlet coy-witch says, expression conspiratorial, "they ain't founded yet but it's a little bit further down the coast, bhediyon. never considered myself a pack-type but ty - the alpha - says i can wander an' all an' it's still good." bhediyon is her big news - there is something conspicuously absent from the story, which she delicately choses to not address at all. "an' my brother found me an' he's stickin' around too," she adds, grinning. "fair trade?"