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Quietly, she mulled over what options that laid before her.

She could have turned back and forged her way somewhere else. Perhaps even gone around the territory altogether. But curious did bait her to know what kind of wolves would dare live along the coast. She had no experience truly with dealing with strangers outside of her own home turf, and those she had the priviledge in encountering already were in some way tied back to her family.

And she had never paid much attention to how her parents had gone about their business either. Phoebe lacked the natural curiosity that some of her siblings had, and to some extent even lacked the friendliness they possessed as well. She had spurned herself free of Rannoch's company the first chance she had gotten, steered clear of the children he had brought with him. His mate. All of them. And when things with her mother and father had progressed and netted them another round of siblings to look after, she had sprang away from them too.

These thoughts did not prevent the momentary swirl of homesickness washing over her.

But the arrival of a stranger from the territory she scoped out certainly did.

The she-wolf was a dark thing, very much just like her. A brief reminder of home in that too, though she was presently captivated by the surefooted approach her company made to her. Her voice was every bit as direct in manner and sure enough, the yearling found herself fumbling for a moment. If she had been anticipating a friendly hello, this was apparently as good as it got, and maybe that was how it was supposed to be all along.

"I'm Phoebe," she managed to get out after a moment of confusion. "Who are you?"