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His walk was confident, even as he traversed the much that was the wetlands. She watched him, trailing him quietly as he heaved himself onto a dry log to rest. Minna hated the dry log, but she had been guarding the borders constantly, as well as journeying for into the lands surrounding Rosing's. She could not let any near the pack with the intention to join, not until they rid themselves completely of the ash brute that had taken their home. She was exhausted, though, and she would simply speak with this male and find out his intentions before heading home.

She approached, ignoring the reek that clung to her lower legs, until she stood a short distance from him. She greeted him with a chuff, deciding to get straight to the point. "What are you intentions in these lands, sir?"