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Her eyes narrowed as she considered how best to respond. Having grown up only speaking to her family, disallowed to speak to outsiders without Raven's permission, the little black wolf did not know how to go about her new world at all. She opened her mouth, closed it, then shook her head pointedly. It didn't occur to her that he would think her dense, but her intended message was hopefully clear: I don't speak.

She stood, then, and made a slow turn. Magpie had never seen herself in full, but she knew what her namesake looked like and that she was often told she looked uncannily similar. Perhaps the stranger would notice the bands of white and catch her drift, or perhaps not. When her turn finished, she sat and watched once more.