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Junior smirked at the other woman's stiff reply, albeit without any sort of malice. "I'll admit I don't remember your name. If I recall, it was something very long with lots of vowels and syllables. I'm Junior," she added in case the other she-wolf likewise didn't remember.

"I left them not long after we spoke, actually," the yearling said after giving Manauia the opportunity to reintroduce herself. "I realized they were a bunch of cunts," she said baldly, shrugging her bony shoulders. "I heard they were involved in a battle and then vanished. I personally couldn't care less what happened to them." Maybe that was cold but it was the truth.

"Weren't you a loner when we met? Still doing the nomadic thing?" the yearling wondered conversationally, taking a seat and wrapping her tail close to her recently groomed haunch.