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Zilla looked up at her and their gaze locked for a moment. Pallas felt the insurgent rise of her hackles flare almost immediately, though they were quelled when the dark wolf tonelessly asked if she could help her. Unless she was capable of reverting back time, or pulling food from right under her injured paw, Pallas doubted quite reasonably that she would be able to help her. She shook her head in a silent "No". Pallas' ear canted back in a pinned fashion and she strode forward, stepping on a stone quite close to the wolf. Her nostrils flared as she lifted her muzzle, clearly trying to deduce from the whipping winds if the female had eaten lately.