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Her exploration of the current claim Diaspora held would not continue for long without another coming to her path. The chuff stirred her ears to fall back to her skull, her sleek muzzle swinging to catch view of the night wraith. Her eyes skimmed over the large wolf, noting the sheer size of the wolf did not quite match the expectation of his more youthful age.

Her nose tipped up, testing the air and the scent that drifted from the wolf. Stigmata was upon him—and the pale sylph was comforted by this.

She remained neutral in her stance, testing to see how the male reacted to her and where he stood in the hierarchy.