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Little time passed before the dark silhouette of a wolf emerged from the brush. "Aye," she greeted as he approached, dipping her head as he spoke. "Name's Itch. I'm looking to join a pack round 'ere." The newcomer was strong and proud in stature, polar opposite to Itch who's legs were some half-size smaller than the brute's own self. In many ways he reminded her of Everette, the leading wolf of Ancencusa at the time of her departure; friendly in nature but with a bite to challenge any.

With a slow blink of her bi-coloured eyes, the young wench would let her tassel swish from side to side in a gesture to match the others own. "I can offer ya my hunting skills,' she quipped, tongue protruding slightly to dampen her nose. "They ain't too shabby."