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Distracted with her own thoughts, she also doesn’t notice the other wolf plop down on the ground up ahead until he yelps in surprise. Her ears fold back against her head and she jumps back, too, refocusing her attention on her newest companion. Sunflower hasn’t run into many wolves since leaving Junipero but it does not surprise her to find someone. It does, however, surprise her to be startled so easily. Her brows bury deep between her golden eyes and she awkwardly laughs, brushing off the explanation that he hadn’t seen her.
 
“I didn’t see you there either, sweets,” she tells him with a wave of her tail and with laxity in the rest of her posture. The last thing she needs is someone to be upset and difficult with her, even if she would likely hold her own. “Guess I’m just a little lost,” she adds with an indifferent shrug, hoping it calms him down enough to smooth out his fur and slip from flight or fight mode. “Are you from around here?”

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