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She paced a little restlessly, then lowered her dark body to the ground to wait for whoever would eventually receive her. She didn’t have to wait long, but she chewed on her paws in the meantime and basked in the peaceful shadows of the Sentinels, stretching out languidly as though she was already welcome company.
 
When a tiny, creamy white wolf approached her somewhat cautiously, Sassafras promptly stood and bounced playfully on her fore-paws. She wagged her tail, then held it close, angling her ears back and stilling her energy so as not to appear as though she might charge the other female at the blink of an eye. Her intentions were pure, and should Tansea pick up on her affable countenance, they would get along just fine. Sassafras would be on her way back to Redhawk Caldera before she knew it.
 
"I’m sort of just checking in to make sure everything is okay over here. I’m Sassafras," she introduced transparently, "and I’m looking for Lasher."