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As he searched through the woods with his nose to the ground, Vandal eventually came to a stop as Potema's scent grew stronger, his head slowly lifted from the floor as his gaze soon fell upon the stark white woman up ahead; smiling at him. Lowering his skull in a bow, still with a broad grin displayed across his muzzle, Van swiftly approached her. Though, unknowing to Van, his sapphire eyes that usually hold an emotionless stare about them, seemed to soften every time he was within her presence, even simply at the sight of Potema, it was as if the Tyro was bewitched without even knowing it.

”Potema.” He greeted with a smile as his tail gave an excited wag behind him, blue eyes gleaming in the light that caught their stare as he smirked at the Conjurer, ”How are you?” He asked curiously, "...and the pups?" Vandal added with a tilt of his head.