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There was movement in the trees, and Poppy fell completely motionless. Immediately she scolded herself for doing so; for hadn't succumbing to surprise last time gotten her injured? But before she could make any move towards or away from the movement, it moved out of the cover of the barren underbrush and revealed itself to be a rather pretty she-wolf. Her tail wagged in appeasement when she noted the nervousness in the girl's voice, for surely if the stranger was as uncertain as she was, she would cause Poppy no harm. "hello,"  She echoed, chestnut gaze tracing the woman a moment. "I'm poppy," she offered, adding,  "who're you?"