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The hint of dominance was shown by the other – Vega neither denied or accepted it, and instead chose to ignore it. If it was enough submission for the other, she would know soon enough. One ear would flick in the direction of her newest acquaintance, though her eyes were sharp as they scoured the land before them in turn. Unknown land – not a new thing to the lone wolf. At the suggestion that she could name it, the dark female gave a light shake of her muzzle, not caring enough to do so It was probable she would not be back here very much. “Not my forte,” she offered, her tail giving an idle flick before she settled her gaze back upon the pale wolf.
 
She introduced herself, and Vega’s nostrils flared as she matched the scent to the name. “Vega,” she returned, curious to how else she could this this wolf to her advantage for information. “Are there packs near here?”