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Ever since her departure, she has only run into a handful of wolves but it has been days since she’d seen another. This little cutie has been the first in days and he’s already stumbling over himself. A smirk works its way to her features and she shifts her posture a little, stepping closer and settling down on the ground. Her tail thumps on the ground a few times before settling in next to her.
 
“It is getting colder,” she observes, feeling the chill more and more each day. “I come from a little place southeast of here and I guess I was dumb enough to go north, instead of south,” she says with a snort. “Anything good for me out here, shug?”

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