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The stranger seemed to calm a little bit. There were still bits and pieces of his posture, his behavior, which told Eigma to be wary. He sniffed the air, and she waited; then when he looked content with his findings, she approached at a slow walk - sniffing as well, inspecting, learning. There didn't seem to be any foreign scents upon him; then again, the stranger was very clearly a lone wolf. It would be bizarre to find layered scents upon him.

She stopped advancing after only a few steps, not wanting to invade his space too much. Eigma turned her head in the direction that the ewe had escaped, trying to appear casual while observing the area, and then returned to watching the wolf, chuffing softly at him in an effort to say hello.