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He was easy enough to spot. Perched on a rock like some glorious bird, the wolf's coat looked to be sewn of the sun itself, standing out against the drab backdrop of the stones and slopes about him. It was not something the shadow who watched him was accustomed to seeing; the raiments of home were far more dull, with the he inky black of his own fur as rich as their colors ranged. Though he had paused to consider the novel appearance, he did not linger on it long. He noted the way the wolf seemed to be on the lookout for something, and drew nearer, towed by his own curiosity and by his opportunistic nature.

His approach was quiet by habit, his stopping distance inherently cautious. His presence utterly casual. "Are you expecting something to come this way?" He asked.