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Vega regarded the stranger with hidden weariness, and yet, the pale creature seemed welcome to her presence, and so the swarthy female would lope closer, closing the distance between them. Her stance was neutral, and she did not attempt to pretend she was not studying the intricate details of the others ears and facial markings. How exotic.
 
As she moved closer, the ebony rogue allowed her muzzle to cant slightly, her tail giving a quick sweep through the air to signify her nonthreatening stance of their meeting. She had not settled in Bearclaw Valley for long, and the natural instinct of a lone wolf and the troublesome lifestyle had not fled from her. “Hello,” she offered gently, giving a nod. “Do you know the name of this place?” Teekon Wilds was a vast area – and there was much to discover still.