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She nodded slowly. He was right, and she knew the scent had been real at one point, but as to where exactly it would lead her should she go for it again, she couldn't say. The last time she had trailed after them, she'd at least found worthwhile scavenging -- although whether or not it was necessarily related to the foxes or not remained to be seen. She'd learned to not ask too many questions when any morsel was made available to her, so she didn't.

The distraction offered by him had effectively derailed her from such foxes, though, and her focus had followed soon after. She watched him carefully, even when he answered. "You've liked it well enough to stay?" she asked, squinting a little at him. There seemed to be a subtle indication of something more in his words and she didn't know him or this general area well enough to even begin to imagine the details. Jazz had only just got here, so she wasn't yet able to pass her judgements on whether or not this would become a home to her. She reasoned that it should, eventually, considering she had nothing else to do and winter was decidedly a pressing matter. "I've not seen much here yet," she decided to mention.

She hardly needed to hear half of what he said, and she shot a look towards the cover of the brush. Her eyes narrowed in the direction he'd indicated and her nostrils flared. The urge to chase it was not far behind and tensed her muscles accordingly.. but she didn't feel like she was done with the black wolf's company. Nor did turning her back on a stranger seem all too wise. There was a chance, an off one however, that he might feel the same. She shot him a questioning look, then turned to stride towards the fox's path.