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As she continued on her way, he did not think and instead he observed her, following doggedly behind. His steps were sinuous things; where one might scramble for purchase upon the loose soil, he managed to step right on over it with a single stride, and sometimes it was hard to tell where one stride began and another ended; he flowed across the terrain, uneven though it was and foreign though it felt to him. Mink had always been skilled in the art of navigation - his survival had always depended on it - and whether it was a copse of trees or a sly little creek bed, he saw no obstacle.

Soon enough the woman slowed her own pace and cast a look over her shoulder; he had not realized his slinking steps were so obvious, but perhaps she was as trained a scout as he had become. His face split in to its characteristic grin; worming across his long snout and hopefully appearing quite warm and inviting to her. Hello! He called to her, then. Mink did not take notice of the finer details of her posture, although his glancing eyes did see a rigidity set itself across her form, a rise of the hairs along her shoulders. He was not well versed in the behaviors of others and especially so in the behaviors of pack wolves, which would take some time for him to adapt to, so all of these things went over his head.

He did take himself around her with some precision, trying not to cut off her path or drift too close so as to avoid discomfort. There were patches of light leaking in through the nearly-gapless boughs overhead, and he sought out a particularly bright segment to settle beneath, as if he fully belonged there in the woods. His coat turned a shade of warm red-brown everywhere the light dappled, save for the darkness of his face and crown. I don't suppose you could give me a tour...? I've seen most of the outer limits, but the internals of this place, well, they're quite a maze. How do you tell all these waterways apart? Do they each have a name..?

Oh, now he was bordering on being a pest and he knew it, so he chuckled softly to himself and finished with: Ah, on the topic of names: I am Mink, who might you be..?