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Her answer gave him plenty, and he nodded gently as she spoke. Bearclaw, near a creek. Very easily.. it could save him trouble down the line, or give him some directive, should he need one some day. Remembering that, thanks to even that small of a statement, was in his best interest.

But, as for himself and a pack? Not exactly, he replied honestly, although he did not intend to go into great detail about why. Something? Someone? I have something.. to visit first before I can settle in, he said with his ears falling when doubt threatened to creep. Winter was not about to give him much opportunity, and as one being, he could only cover so much ground at once and what if time ran out before he could? I will remember that. the pale wanderer added, as a scout and a homeless wolf at once.

My name is Inari, thank you. he said as he dipped his muzzle. For her time, and patience, even if he wasn't sure what she thought of him. At least she could have his name, as he felt the exchange warranted that. I should get going, soon—before snow comes.. but again, thanks. He didn't make a rush to any exit, though worked towards it subtly—wondering if he would see her again as he glanced her over once again, hopeful to remember for good.