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Fox fanned her ears backward at the greeting. She'd been intent in finding the herd, but being interrupted wasn't the worst thing in the world. The young Alpha turned to face him, immediately pleased by what she saw. The wind still blew in his direction, so she was unable to capture the scent of who he might belong to. He was handsome, no denying that, with fur as black as night and eyes as blue as ice. Fox, on the other hand, was covered in scars and had tattered fur all around her. She may have once been a creature of flawless beauty, but those days were behind her, now.

Considering he had greeted her with neutrality, she did the same, dipping her head in a small way to acknowledge him. "Have you seen the herds?" she asked, though she knew he had no reason to answer.