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Again, a stranger appeared at the last moment; she had been prepared to leave, if she could find the way out, already thoroughly sick of being lost here of all places. Couldn't she be lost in a pretty meadow, with butterflies and tasty bunnies? Nope. She was lost in a bunch of rock and shrub. It didn't matter so much when she caught sight of the pale giant approaching. The grace in his step gave her pause first— then, his strange greeting, and she was almost intrigued enough to forget her growing apprehension. He was kind of... big. And, well, that was scary.
Yes, She drew nearer, hesitant. Her tail wagged behind her slowly nonetheless, almost questioning; friendly, right? No attack followed his words, so Branwen took a breath and tried her luck. Best to get straight to the point, right? I'm searching for a pack— along the cliffs by the ocean, I was told. The girl paused, then decided against name-dropping yet. Just in case he was an enemy of Drageda, or an undercover something or other; she was happy to neglect questioning her own paranoid logic.