Neverwinter Forest He's sick of seldom.

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Almost out of nowhere, with not much warning, a strange wolf quickly approached. The male lowered his head in a defensive state, bracing himself for impact, blue eyes flashing a reflective yellow color. Upon sniffing the air the wolf brought along, he realized they - she, her scent foretold, was apart of his own pack and he awkwardly stood up and tried to put on the best wolfish smile he could etch.

"Hello," his deep, rough voice echoed out flatly. Quickly, Oracle assessed his packmate. A nice coat of white and gray-silver, lithe and slender.

He gave a bow of his own and extended a paw in her direction, letting his tail wag slightly on end in a friendly gesture. "Name's Oracle...I've not seen you around before. Who are you?"

Finally! It's nice to see someone else in this damned forest, he thought with another loose wag of his tail.
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