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The woman continued to walk aimlessly. Although her orange gaze was set upon the friendly face, every once in a while she'd break eye contact to glance over at the trail. Better to check than walk off a cliff.

Leigh was grateful for the kind wolf's words. They were reassuring, and despite being able to pick up on subtle signs here and there, the she-wolf still prefered that wolves would keep straightforward with her. It was easier to understand blunt signs of expression, rather than vague clues. Having Derg around was nice. The way he spoke was inexplainably comforting.

But upon hearing his second comment her face appeared a tad more alert, the woman slightly surprised by the sudden question. She blinked at Derg, wondering how he came to such a conclusion. It was nice to know he cared enough to ask, but she was nonetheless shocked that he saw his packmates as such wolves who would say such things.

Shaking her head, she replied with a smile.

"Not at all." There was a pause in her words as she attempted to explain.

"I suppose it just seems... less busy here. Which isn't a bad thing, but back home my pack was much larger. There was never a boring moment. I guess I'm just not used to the calmness of this place."