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Asra blinked at his thrust of questioning and bluntness. She was expecting usual small-talk, however the company seemed to not prefer such and immediately desired other things. She only desired to but do so, and perhaps gain information on what else- and who else was outside of Sagtannet. The frost-striked wolf was quite unfamiliar with any around, and as days and tension grew, she became more curious.

"I'm sorry to hear that, but i'm afraid to not have seen him," the shook her head, "if I find him, who should I redirect him to?" Her glacier-eyes matching his own auburn.