Porcupine Ridge Runaway Slave

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Ame's ears were drawn forward and her eyes zeroed on. The juvenile offered a hello, to which she nodded first. Greetings, was her reply. All of her posture spoke of a cool, confident, neutrality. She was no threat unless provoked, but she was plenty full of self-assurance. You do not smell of these lands, from what I can tell.. she intoned. The statement's implication was underlined subtly; this wolf was not from here, nor of any packs in the region. Are you passing through? Or did intention bring her to these wilds?