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Sage felt out of place and odd, even though if anyone here was odd it was the other two. She'd never met such strange speaking wolves, but being the only one who spoke "normal" she felt abnormal. For a second she considered speaking in some original way but knew it was far too late with presenting her ways of voice. His comment on her rank made her smile, and nod her head in return. She had no desire to be looked at as higher, these three were all separated by packs, so truthfully their ranks meant nothing. Fortunately, Goldhawk never shifted his stance to a more submissive one giving her comfort in the strangers—even if she spoke differently.

She felt Cierico a bit endearing with his way of speaking, practically cute with his small almost unhealthy frame. Goldhawk on the other hand seemed formally informal, which she took a particular liking towards. The two were different, each holding fetching qualities. "Interesting," the dark girl commented. "How long have your packs been around?"