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One ear turned the way of the stranger that approached, then her head followed suit. She looked at the wolf, whose body posture exuded leadership. Laurel's posture dropped, for she knew it was better to seem meek than come on too strong at a pack's border. Her tail hung between her hind legs and head carried clearly lower than the area's leader.

No words were spoken but Laurel could hear the silent question linger, as she often had looked upon wolves with the same expression before she was a leader no more. I'm Laurel, a traveller, she introduced briefly before cutting to the point: Do you know a young wolf called Wyatt? Not exactly the child she was looking for, but.. while missing all her children, even the thought of seeing Wyatt again made Laurel feel giddy, all the negative feelings pushed to the back of her mind for now.