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Gunnar took her in with a brief glance. Pretty, jaunty, confident, perhaps a little too confident, but what was he to judge. He could probably air a shine of arrogance himself at times.

Hello. Was his quiet reply.

Gunnar smiled. Loner are you? I was until recently. Only one pack has made it's home here as of yet, that is our own Kvarsheim. He motioned back the way he had come.

He tilted his head, moved broad body to a more comfortable and neutral position. Bountiful hunting, good places to hole up for winter and abundance of fresh water.