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Good day.

He hadn't even scented her arival! She was sneaky. His large, handsome head turned around to meet her briliant gaze. She was a mexican wolf of similar color to Zaavier himself. She had an assortment of grays, browns and reds in her coat and her eyes were a piercing icy blue. They stood out against her pelt like jewels. She was much shorter than him, with a streamlined body, but she seemed agile and swift. 

His normal smirk formed upon his lips as he gazed down at her. "Good day," He repeated back, giving her a lengthy bow. "My name is Zaavier." He assumed that she would tell him his name afterwards, but after trying this with Kinvara, he had no idea what to expect. He might as well get it over with now. "What is is your name?"

His long tail gave a couple wags as he settled himself upon his haunches. His torn shoulder screamed in pain and he winced slightly, but nothing else could be seen as evidence to his pain. His fight with Gluskap had done enough, but his run-in with Thuringwethil had left him even more battered than before. The bitch of an alpha had taken the chance to tear his healing wound once again, and as a result, Zaavier's fur was still soaked in his own blood.