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The breeze shifted, bringing with it the scent of another not unlike herself: alone. Aniu turned towards the other female, good ear perking to catch her words though they shook with nerves. Perhaps this stranger was frightened of her appearance, Aniu was not beautiful for a wolf; not anymore. She kept her working eye locked onto the other agouti wolf, wary of attack.

This stranger was similar in coat, albeit slightly darker. Aniu sized her up with a glance, watching for any weakness she could use to her advantage if things became physical. This female didn't seem like the type to attack in a volatile manner but one could never be sure with strangers of a new land. 

"Hello," Aniu finally spoke, a slight rasp to her words for she had not spoken since Layla's death. "Who are you?"