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Never before had a creature of such jubillance and outward expressiveness come across his path. The closest comparison would have to be Wildfire, fair and understanding yet lacking in the enthusiastic compartment. He wasn't one to judge, yet Starbuck would certainly top his list of friendly souls to keep in mind. "We all get a little carried away sometimes," he added to her laughter with a small chuckle of his own, watching with bright eyes as yet another berry found its way into the jaws of the coywolf.

"Nevertheless, It's nice to meet you too, Starbuck," he chipped, a grin now what felt like permanently plastered on his muzzle. "So tell me, are you from round here?" Mind reading was, sadly, not one of the gentlemans' attributes and so he continued their conversation with absolutely no knowledge of what the little grey canine was really here for.