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It didn't take long for whoever it was to leave the secluded protection of the densely forested area. Dark pigments glided like a shadow across the trees before taking up a form - mangled, inquisitive, hauntingly intimidating to those who cowered. The inquisitive nature did not suit him, but Rhaenys would not comment on it. At his words, in fact, she tilted her head slowly - fractionally; it was barely noticeable from far away. Titian eyes flickered over his body, the way he held himself in her presence. At ease. Casual. The northern girl was far from sitting down and having an unceremonious interaction with a stranger and so, with a hum that reverberated in her chest, she couldn't help but feel curious about he hadn't raised his head yet. 

Remaining where she was positioned, Rhaenys decided to finally respond - perhaps he would be of some use. "Rhaenys," She offered slowly, her glare turning more into a cautious squint now. "There's a lot of wolves in this land." Less than her home, of course, but she had been sheltered from the idea that anything existed from it in the first place. So this, as new as it was, was increasingly interesting to see what else was out there. In her mind, the girl couldn't help but wonder for the briefest of moments where her future lied. "Do you know where there are more?" While Rhaenys wasn't much of a talker, she knew that she would have to surround herself with wolves to become anything - to belong.