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Tagg was more interested in the wolf who appeared to be a stranger to him, and the silver-tipped she-wolf followed his gaze to the other. He was thin -- wincing as the large dark wolf closed the distance between them. Her own paws gently followed, though she flanked the ebony regal with a wider berth, so as to not intimidate the other.

He did not respond with words -- her ears cupped forward and she studied him with scrutiny that only stemmed from her desire to aide Taggarik to building a worthy pack. The wolf was youthful and sickly looking -- but perhaps savable, if he found the support he required to thrive. There was a shrug given, and his green eyes fell to her. She stilled, her own eyes locking upon him in a stare, but she spoke nothing just yet.

She wanted to see how this situation was handled before she made any promises to the ebony male.