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Spalshing. She heard it, the subtle sound of another making their way through the swamp, though the Squire did not turn her head just yet. It seemed that her silence and solitude were to be disrupted, though frankly, she had had enough time to herself. Not to mention the fact that she had been in high spirits since Arthendal had finally staked their claim on the Isle, their howls ringing out still an echo in the woman's head. 

"Is anyone out there?"

The voice rang out, and only then did the pale wraith turn her muzzle. She adopted a proud stance, though the impact of it was somewhat reduced by the fact that she was standing in a swamp. Oh well. "There is. Make yourself known, girl, I do not bite. Mostly."