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A friendly greeting pulled Cyclone's grey eyes away from the gorge and the snowfall, and turning her head until her sights landed on a pretty little thing. Well, maybe not "little." She was of average stature, actually... probably about the same height and weight as Cyclone herself. Howdy, she replied to the greeting, her tone warm and welcoming, if not a bit distracted by all the thoughts that had been running through her mind lately. Cyclone returned her attention to the gorge, looking out over it and generally being entertained by it.

Can I run something by you? Like, stranger-to-stranger? she asked. Cyclone had never had many friends or maybe she would have run the concept by them instead. Now that this wolf had shown up, she felt she had somebody to bounce ideas off of. Maybe the other girl would think she was crazy and depart immediately, but that wouldn't be the worst outcome. At least she didn't seem hostile (yet, anyway).