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She carefully watched the other wolf's face for any reaction to the movement. There was none, though before she could process this any further, she was being accused of making fun of the stranger. Haunt's whole being paused for a moment and she shook her head, forgetting that she wouldn't see it.

"No, er," she said quickly, her voice laced with curiosity and a bit of wonder. "You are blind," she stated in that same slightly marveling tone, before realizing how that must sound. "No, I'm not making fun of you," Haunt repeated. "I'm—" Her tongue stilled as she sought the right word, though it failed to make an appearance.