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Off the soils of her mountain, her outlook on the Creek was a little different, and frankly she was not so used to seeing them not intruding on their territory. Barring certain faces, she was not going to bristle up immediately, but this was not Fox, Danica, Scimitar, or even Njal and Bazi (who were certainly not on the top of her list, but questionable) here before her.

Still, she approached this with an open mind. He seemed tense, though. His posture said so very plainly, all taut as it was. She was not and just to contrast the Creek wolf, she intended to keep it this way. He was not an unfortunate-looking creature, either, but she didn't think it suited him all too well. Did she make him that uneasy, smelling of the Sunspire as she did? Hm, you seem a bit tense, she observed aloud. There was a hint of humor (and perhaps mischief) in the tones, albeit only subtly, and her tail continued to sway slowly as she observed him outright.