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Siarut only nodded with the roll of his eyes. He didn't believe her for a second. She had obviously been sleeping. If she hadn't been, she probably would have heard him approaching. Sia wasn't a very stealthy wolf, preferring to rely on his strength, he vary rarely masked the sounds he made when travelling. 

"Right. So you totally didn't hear me approaching." The pale brute added with a sarcastic tone, "I'm only looking out for a fellow traveller. I didn't mean to startle you." He gave her a sly wink, indicating he would keep her secret. His accent would be distinguishable as his first languange was not the common tongue. 

The brute wouldn't offer his name, and would instead start his journey once more. Preteending not to be interested in the woman who had previously been sleeping. The ice bear, as he now liked to be called, would instead turn to the water and wade in. Glad to have the cooling sensation of the water cool him off as night dawned. The stars and the moon were out in full forced and yet her could not get himself cool. Sia hated the south.