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The short bark of greeting broke him from his thoughts, head turning and gaze searching until he located the bounding figure of another. It became instantly clear to Maheegan that this was not a wolf, and so his ears perked curiously atop his head. Taking a moment, while the other spoke, to examine the creature, he soon distinguished that it was a wolverine. He himself did not fear them, but he remembered stories from his youth of the strange animals. "Hello." He greeted in return after a moment of staring, shifting on his paws to glance back toward the water.

"Do they often run?" He inquired, brow quirked curiously. He himself had encountered one long ago, but it had not stopped to talk. Perhaps it was foolish of him to not consider this stranger a threat, but the nonchalant way in which he spoke eased any nerves that may have tensed.