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He'd been seen. It wasn't as if that were a bad thing, though. Kaertok had taken no measures to remain under cover, so he wasn't terribly surprised that he'd been tracked down and spotted. Wolves tended to come together. Curious creatures, they were. The Tartok slowed his gait, eventually coming to a stop and looking over his shoulder until she caught up to him.

She did not appear to be a threat, so Kaertok did not treat her as one. Afternoon, he replied in kind. So far, he had been the one to approach others for information. This was a welcome change, and he awaited to see whatever conversation she had in mind.