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She succeeded, though Bat didn't know what to make of the greeting she received in response. Velen? she mouthed, the name anything but familiar. Curiosity piqued nonetheless, she began to descend the slope, moving nearer to the pale stranger.

Only she stopped short, toes digging into the soft sands, when a third wolf joined the party. Bat's eyes widened. Not only was this particular wolf huge, his features were incredibly striking. The term "skeletal" didn't necessarily pop into the youth's mind, yet there was an eerie familiarity to his patterning. She stared openly, gaping a little, for a moment before catching herself.

She resumed her approach, albeit a little more slowly now, trying to keep both wolves in her view at once. She had no reason to distrust these strangers, it was mostly an instinct. Bat's body language telegraphed her own friendly intentions as she came to a stop a short distance away, wondering what the white wolf would say in response to the spooky fellow's grand entrance.