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As the female looked at her, Keziah noticed the clouded silver in one of her eyes. She may have been a beautiful wolf, were it not for this unsettling imperfection. The brown wolfess felt pity for her.  She had displayed no aggression, but simply returned the greeting and asked for her name, speaking in a voice that had a slight rasp to it. Either that was the way she talked, or she had not spoken in some time. It was all very curious.

I'm Keziah, she said, turning, lowering her maw to the water, and drinking for a long while, her tongue lapping delicious mouthfuls of water down into her throat. When she had finished, she raised her head, droplets of water dripping from her lips until she swiped her muzzle clean.

​Who're you? And where are you from? she asked, rather bluntly. Under different circumstances, Keziah may have been less forward. But she had been a lone wolf for too long, and it was not a life that she cherished in any way. All she could think of was finding Laika, and joining her in whatever pack she had ended up in. Weeks of wandering around, unable to find a decent meal, had taken its toll upon her, and she was thin and weak. Perhaps this woman with the strange eye could provide her with some useful information.