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While gnawing on the edges of her toy, Gin’s attention was pulled toward the shape of an unknown figure. The foreign scents on this wolf’s pelt were much too stale for them to have been a wanderer, this much was easy for even the child to tell. It was likely that this wolf was a new member to their ranks. The unknown adult did not appear to want to speak to the child, so Regin kept her sharp whiskey gaze locked on them and continued to chew and tear away at the sharp edge of the deer antler.