Porcupine Ridge Runaway Slave

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She tilted her head subtly. So she was alone. Amekaze wondered of the survival success of a wolf so tiny and thin. Her eyes had also caught the scar, which she thought strange. She rarely saw wolves so young with etchings such as those. I see, she breathed in response, clearly contemplating how she wished to phrase her next words. Did you get separated from a group? Or have you always.. simply flown solo? She had only said that she needed to keep moving. Ame could not yet tell if there was a plan or purpose or any sort of reason behind this wolf being on her own. She sensed there was, because what youth would opt for a life away from family so young? But the girl was still entirely unknown to her.