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She meets his grin with a faint smile of her own, a brief and slight curve of the lips tinged with mischief. His energy is infectious. Kattardýr, She repeats after him again, and it flows more easily this time, sounding more correct. We'd best be quick about killing it, then. Another flash of a smile, impish and full of fierce wild delight, gone as quick as it appears. Then she starts off past him, back toward the direction they'd both come from, where she knows their enemy lurks, path angled slightly to the east of where she'd last scented the beast. Best not to run directly into it, after all. She only glances back once to see if the pale wolf follows, steel blue eyes glimmering.