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The sound of another voice seemed to startle the long-limbed girl to the point that her body actually shook with the force of being drawn from her thoughtful state with such vigor. Drawing her bright blue gaze in the direction that she had been hailed from, Siv locked her eyes on the figure of a handsome agouti male. A frown had settled onto her tapered features, which was an oddity on the – normally giddy – face of the young Savoy girl. She seemed to have taken such a shock from the male’s abrupt appearance that she could not quite formulate a response. Heaving a sigh, the coywolf girl drew her ears forward and flicked her tail, following the lines of his frame with a strange intensity. “I, uh,” she said dumbly, flicking her tongue across her nose. Realizing that she must have looked like her head was permanently inserted in her ass, Siv shook her skull from side to side once or twice before blinking at this stranger and taking a second to compose herself. “Not really. I was just going out for a stroll. The weather’s just keen,” she was finally able to respond. Had she not so intently been bent on reaching a conclusion when it came to trades, she probably could have held a better conversation with the male. And yet… she had no idea who this strange wolf was.