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Queenie could tell that she was being watched. Her hackles raised instinctively as her eyes darted to and fro, but lowered once she spotted the lone ink blot in the distance. There weren't any packs nearby that she knew of, so it was assumed that they were both loners; if this stranger was a pack wolf, then he must have been a scout to have travelled so far. In either case, the playing field was even.

After rising to a full stand, Queenie licked her chops and gave a neutral bark as she began to make her slow approach.