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Iliksis. He gave her a sort of nod, which was returned courteously. "Niamh," She spoke in reply. He didn't seem too bad a guy- sort of similar to her, or so she thought. He hadn't freaked out when she said she was hunting down another wolf, but Niamh- her foresight too clouded by ambition and ego- did not realize that this was likely a sign that her companion was not the most favourable company. Niamh felt there was nothing wrong with going to hunt a wolf down and punish them- and neither did this stranger. To her, it came across as a sort of like-mindedness...Even though she had no way to sense his true motivation and intentions. 

"Peace out," She quipped, then, assuming he would excuse her- as she'd gathered from his curt nod- she turned and with a determined flick of her tail, she began to trot along, following the faint and fading trail left behind her former packmate, though the chances of her finding the female were growing slimmer and slimmer.