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The strange female's green eyes reminded her of a pair watching from the depths of the night, round discs void of a pupil as they forever tracked their prey's position. Ivev couldn't help but to rip her stare away from the blackened female and past her shoulders to the tree line behind her.

Behind you. The white wolf motioned with a nod of her head to the woods behind the female that stretched down from the tall rocky walls and into a narrow valley. The pack's walk had been twisted and lurching down into the canyons to the waterfall, and they had left little trace as they walked through the woods.

She didn't know how to truly answer that first question without betraying the Tartok band's location, as they were still traveling and vulnerable with nowhere to protect. But the stranger seemed to visibly relax slightly, and perhaps she wasn't out on the warpath. Maybe she was, like she added, 'out for a walk'. Ivev's tail flickered once in dissent, but her ice-colored eyes were glassy and emotionless. She didn't feel an aura of trust emanating from this creature.

Then I'm sure we share the same enjoyment of discovery, the snowy female responded with a twitch of her ears. I'm Ivev.