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Normally, he probably wouldn't have approached the woman. Tybault didn't have much interest in connecting with individuals; he would seek out packs as long as it was necessary, but he wasn't here to make friends. He was here to find Ophelia.
But she smelled of Moonglow, and she wore a dark pelt across her shoulders, and the Medeiros was simply too curious to live and let live. He approached slowly, cautious lest he startle the pale woman. Hello. You're from Moonglow, aren't you? He didn't wait for a response before adding, Why are you wearing that? It was, after all, the main reason he'd bothered to say anything to her.