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Saltwinter.

The name didn't ring any bells, being a pack that he'd never heard of before. That didn't matter too much, though, for now he knew of it and its general location. A thought of visiting her there had crossed his mind, but was sent away once she'd continued to speak about them. They weren't friendly, apparently, and getting close would be a bad idea. The information and suggestion were noted, the latter being something that he was likely to pay careful attention to not forget. Xan was a wolf of the woods, but he was far from prepared to handle an attack launched by numerous individuals. It wasn't possible, either, to hold his own against more than two other wolves, at most. Even that was, possibly, a stretch, given how little training that he'd actually had thus far. "I'll have to call for you from a distance, then," he'd commented, though he still wondered to himself if he'd make the long trek again in the future. "Or send someone else to the borders to grab your attention." Someone that wasn't significant enough for their potential loss of life to matter. Yes, that would work.

With her tongue felt against his ear, he'd dug his nails into the ground, but otherwise kept still and focused on her voice. "Great is an understatement," returned the albino, turning directly after with parted jaws and aiming for her scruff. He acted with the intent to drag her towards the ground where, if he were to succeed, he'd then pin her body down by laying himself over her. "Maybe I shouldn't let you leave," he'd mutter against her cheek, should his goal have been achieved.