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He shifted closer, but they had conversed for a short time and were from packs aligned with each other's interests so she sensed no desire to attack. His smile indicated he did not seem to take offense at the description which prompted a small stretch of her own lips upward. "A wolf named Marina, a coat of white clouded with silver and grey like a storm forming, blue eyes. She is carrying pups and seems to be busy readying for that." She offered the description in case the name did not suffice. But she could not say much more. Though she had met Marina and seen her around she felt that the wolf kept much to herself - perhaps in business about her pups, or perhaps she did not feel welcomed by the pack which Heph would be sorry to hear if that were the case. But it was difficult to discern the motives of a wolf who was elusive.