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He quickly gained the tawny female's good side, accepting her rank and showing no fight. Her posture relaxed, and her eyes warmed and brightened. He asked about her pack lands, and a smile spread across her muzzle, breaking her inky mask with pearly whites.
         "This is Broken Antler Fen. You didn't cross the borders and I've never noticed you before, so I wont give you any hassle. I'm Ambrosia, the Delta here."
He'd been turning around, but was he looking for a home? Ambrosia looked him over subtly, deciding he was a very handsome and even better built wolf. He had a frame like hers, befitting a warrior. His demeanor, however, reminded her more of a lover than a fighter. Perhaps this was the case? Hm....
                       "Were you looking for a place to go?"