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The rustling of the foliage does not seem loud enough to be made by a large and dangerous creature, but Hux knows he could be mistaken. To make assumptions is rarely a good thing, and so he stands alert, preparing himself for the worst, the fur along his ruff lifting stiffly. The noise stops briefly. Perhaps the creature detects his fear. Hux twitches his nose, sniffing the air, and detects the scent of another canine. This relaxes him a little, and then, the snowy wolf lowers his ears and calls softly into the forest

"H-hello? Anyone there?"

sorry about the horrendous wait!