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a wild Elve appears!

The mire is little more than a bog of stench, curling the folds of pale skin of her snout in disgust as the emitting odor reaches her nose and invades. It's almost enough to turn her stomach, to seize her body in a gag yet the migrant Sami manages to bite down on the urge. 

Still, she's eager to move on from this nasty location. That is, until she spots the boy - nearly unnoticeable, a tiny dark blip on the edges of her blue vision. 

The elf pauses, head cocking curiously as her muzzle reaches into the air - deep lungfuls revealing that the child belongs to the nearby pack of the mountain range. A frown of concern lowers her golden brow to overshadow ocean eyes regardless, for the pup appears no older than a moon or perhaps two. 

" 'Ello, younglin'," she calls softly in her strange accent, tones warm and inviting for she means him no harm. Buttermilk plume waves where it hangs at her hocks and a motherly smile graces her features - grief tearing at her heart as she recalls fondly when Laisse was as young. 

"You're alrigh'? No' lost?" Her maternal worries make themselves known despite the fact that she's unsure whether he's able to answer.