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Hux, still in the throes of confusion towards what specialty  he will acquire, traipses the redwoods at a relatively slow pace, lost in thought. He spoke to Portia, and while  her council has helped, he knows that it will take more time to make his decision. In the meantime his belly rumbles, for he has not had a decent meal since arriving unto Drageda. Their stocks are low and not enough to feed the snowy wolf, and he craves a fresh kill. his dry mouth and roaring stomach do not let him forget it.

a white figure comes to his attention. He lowers his ears and elevates his nose slightly, inhaling the younger wolf 's scent and finding  that he recognizes it. Arlo has sought him out, and in his joy he rapidly closes the remaining distance between them, his tail waving as he releases an excited bark. "Arlo," he says, then softly continues.  "You grew up." Hux can see that the pale  boy of his memory is  no longer much of a boy.

"Hungry?" He adds.