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He didn't seem particularly bothered by her lack of eloquence. He tried to make small talk, mentioning the weather. Wildfire hadn't particularly noticed, so she took a moment to look around herself and observe her surroundings, aside from the creek. The air was warm and slightly balmy, a soft breeze tickling at her neck (the broken skin there stung) and shoulders. The she-wolf licked her lips and looked back to the other wolf.

"Um, yeah," she said inarticulately. Her brain cramped as she tried to come up with something to actually say to contribute to this newborn conversation. "Do you live around here?" was the first thing that came to mind.