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The smell of milk, rich and warm. It arrived long before the woman, having left Dulce in a temporary trance. She was slow to come back to reality, allowing a moment of silence to linger before engaging. Hello, she replied, moving backward to settle onto her hindquarters. It wasn't typical of wolves to wander this close to another pack's borders without reason, so Dulce understood the other's obvious apprehension. 

I'm passing by, she continued with a slight grin. Passing by had been what occupied most of Dulce's time since coming into the Wilds, although she didn't mind. It was nice to see, and to learn, but what she liked most was turning strangers into friends.