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At the sound of the man's even tones, Sunspot felt herself relax. There was still something a bit odd about the stranger, but even so, the Huntress felt secure enough to pad a bit closer, ears pushed forward in unguarded interest. Older males had always been her weakness, but aside from that, the woman simply enjoyed meeting other wolves.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she said, wondering what was keeping the male up at night. Loneliness, perhaps, or else the worries that came with being alone. Sunspot was familiar with them, and familiar with all the ways two strangers might alleviate such things. For a moment, she imagined leaving Constantine's forest behind and taking up the mantle of a traveller once more. Perhaps she could travel with this stranger for a time...

But she was getting too far ahead of herself. She couldn't just leave, after all.

"Is there anything I can do?" she asked, restraining herself from speaking suggestively and voicing the words as plainly as possible.