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Lenina could tell that her new acquaintance was quite a peculiar wolf. She nodded as a silent answer, remaining in place as she watched the chocolate-colored form trot off a short distance away.

Although not technically moving, her paws shifted as her gaze followed along. A few steps here and there, just to make sure she didn't get wrapped up in other thoughts and lose sight of someone she still deemed a stranger. They had introduced themselves, yes, but she didn't really know this wolf. For all she knew, it was an act, though she doubted such an idea.

It seemed that Andr was searching for something, a path of some sort. But she trusted he at least wouldn't make a fool of himself, and that there was some rhyme or reason behind his actions. And it seemed such an assumption was true. Despite the... strangeness of the technique, it did indeed lead to the promised substance.

Making her way over with a faint smile adorning her lips, the woman couldn't help but admit to herself that yes, her new companion was quite the resourceful wolf.

"Well, you most certainly have a good head on your shoulders."