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The dark-faced wolf seemed... uneasy, though he did not understand why. Kaertok did not think he was putting off any signals that should cause her to worry, but maybe she was just the type to worry about nothing at all. He rolled his shoulders back, trying to relax them and make himself appear even less of a threat. To her question, he shook his head. While the wood was aesthetically pleasing, it wasn't really his jam. He preferred spaces that were a bit more open and easier to see in than thick forest.

I live quite a ways east, he replied, gesturing in the direction that Legion had set up camp. It dawned on him that this may very well be a recruitment opportunity, although he wasn't going to jump to any conclusions. Besides, was this even the kind of wolf he wanted to have living off the same land as him? Do you know of a pack called Rusalka? he asked. It was a long shot, but if she knew anything at all, it might move his search along.

She didn't have an answer for him, and so she was of no use to him. Kaertok was then on his way, continuing his journey back home.