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Her greeting returned, Starbuck smiled prettily and studied the woman. She, too, was a slim thing, a being seemingly carved of the pre-dawn dark. The light shone warmly upon her, revealing undertones that would otherwise remain hidden. She had eyes of fire and seemed to be friendly, setting Starbuck's tail to wagging. Hello indeed! I am called Starbuck, she introduced. 

An awkward silence fell as the woman turned to look upon the water. She looked so lovely, so soft and at peace, that Starbuck was loathe to disturb her. 

Conversations about weather might bore another wolf, but Starbuck was merely pleased to make conversation. She would not press for a deeper connection if it was unwanted. If they were to be friends, true and lasting friends, then such a time would come. For now, the weather was as good a topic as any. Indeed it is, she said. Though you may find it more bitter in the winter. Perhaps not, though. You speak as though you are from the North? There was something in the woman's voice, a hint of an accent similar to that of Lærke. Perhaps they even knew each other!