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So wrapped up in her thoughts was she that the casual "hey" took her by great surprise. She'd just barely noticed swift movement out of the corner of her eyes, that of the new stranger pulling up beisde her, but the wolf didn't become real until she made sound. The greeting sharply penetrated Andronika's pensive silence, causing the young Meronique to quickly jerk her head up and turn to stare at the newcomer, eyes wide with shock and apprehension.

Of course the wary yearling's first reaction was to percieve this girl as a threat, to maybe jump back and put some distance between herself and this cliff that she could so easily be pushed off of. When she laid eyes on the stranger's face, however, the lack of aggression or even interest towards the startled youth caused her to instantly toss away those paranoid thoughts. Like so many others she'd met, it seemed this wolf had not approached for the sake of attacking, perhaps merely just to strike a conversation, so the princess slowly willed herself to relax and look over her companion a second, more analytical glance. A very pretty girl, she had to admit, one of a nice figure and seemingly soft, feather like fur, complete with two eyes of a vibrant aqua shade. Her body language was not aggressive, another indicator that Andronika need not be so alert and on edge, but little else could be read about the new comer, making her frown and narrow her eyes slightly.

"Hello," came her slow, slightly pointed reply. Now not so terrified, she found herself just a little irritated by the other's sudden presense. She didn't enjoy having her alone time interupted, not when it was being used to compose herself and shut out the bad emotions plaguing her life. Of course, logically, one shouldn't expect much alone time when standing on neutral, unowned territory, but regardless, she still didn't appreciate the intrusion. Still, it would be a nice distraction from her grave thoughts, perhaps even just the thing she needed... Besides, she never could deny that natural tug of curisotiy when faced with something, or someone, new. Her eyes turned wistfully back to the ocean, staring out acorss it's dark waters towards the distant horizon. 

"Are you here for the view as well?" Not really why she was here, but it's not like this stranger needed to know the real reason. It'd be a good way to strike up a conversation, she supposed.

She regarded the other now as if she'd known her all her life; as if she had been snuck up on by an old friend and not a strange wolf who's intentions were still unknown. This was not out of naivety, but moreso an attempt to feign calmness, for fear that if she didn't, the other would catch on to her distressed state and pry into matters that did the Meronqiue did not wish to bring up.
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