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He wasn't expecting her to say she was from the North as well- but the North was, in fact, very large, and he had met other wolves of a variety of shapes, sizes and colours in his travels, and knew better than to assume that all those who choose to live in the cold, Arctic tundra looked like the Arctic wolves he'd grown up with. Still- her markings were quite striking; the way her fur faded from one shade to another down the front of her chest reminded him of maple leaves in the beginning of autumn- when some held onto their reddish hue before turning yellow, in the midst of other leaves which had changed earlier. 

The pack name she gave him sounded pleasant enough; Ivory Rose. Very pretty, and he thought it might suit her well- though she hinted that perhaps it wasn't where she would remain. He could understand- he wasn't sure if he would remain with the pack he currently helped build, simply because his main priority was finding the star which struck the mountain. Residing with the mountain's former residents, and endearing himself to them, seemed the best way to make sure he was granted access to the mountain once the snow melted so he could resume his search. 

She introduced herself, so he nodded his head in greeting. "Adrastus," He said. He didn't figure he owed her his full name, as she seemed more inclined to be informal. "You have wanderlust, then?" He asked.