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A sudden shout caught Redshank's attention, and he casually threw a glance over his shoulder to see an equally dark mass striding towards him. The almost demanding tone of her call caused him to cast a quick, wary glance around the snow-covered area, wondering if he had mistakenly stumbled into packlands. Yet he hadn't recognised any border, and no other wolves were rabidly descending upon him save this single girl, so he assumed he was safe — relatively.

He turned fully, drawing himself up to his unimpressive height to face her. She was a slim wolf, around his age or so, with a raven-black coat that shined impressively despite the overcast sky. He quickly caught sight of her dark flashing eyes and felt his stomach drop. If she wanted to simply attack he would be done for. Even against a girl, Redshank was in no state to fight. The strike against the pale man on the coast had been a lucky hit and he was fortunate the stranger hadn't decided to retaliate.

Still, the boy couldn't contain his temper. "What?" he shot back, his scowl telling her all she needed to know. What the fuck do you want?