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The other woman said nothing, only staring to acknowledge her greeting with a smile on her maw, light as it may, surely her silence meant she too was warry of her presence. Ira did not outwardly smile back, as she was never one to paint her emotions so plainly, though her features were light enough to show she held no ill will towards the stranger.

Ira moved closer, only stopping once she was around a yard away from the sitting woman. She didn't seem to carry the scent of other wolves, so unless she had been gone for quite some time, it seemed that she may be a lone wolf. I trust there is no issue with my presence? She wasn't sure if the other would be talkative or not, though she would have no complaints if she simply wanted to be left alone. For now, the Count found it best to get straight to the point and see if her company may be welcomed, or if she would be stuck traveling for a while longer.