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The weather, yeah, that good old small talk was what real conversations were born from. Siv immediately regretted mentioning the state of the weather to the older male, but knew that it wasn’t something she could necessarily take back. He seemed kind enough, however, and he soon inquired as to whether or not she wanted company. The brown-furred fellow did not seem to really wait for a response, though, and took a few forward steps until he found himself at her side. She glanced upwards at him with a small smile, noting that he was considerably larger than she was, but then again her mixed blood aided to her narrow features and petite frame. Too busy taking into consideration the shape of his body and the deep chocolate of his eyes, Siv almost missed his remark about being new to the caldera. When she had finally caught up to the end of his sentence, her blue gaze widened and she peered at him curiously. “Man alive, so you’re new!” she exclaimed with a lopsided grin, flagging her tail behind her in excitement. “That’s swell. I’d be happy to play tour guide for a little while,” she then added with a firm nod of her narrow skull. Her offer was, of course, a genuine one. Siv very rarely found that she did not desire company of some sort, and she was interested in this male. He seemed somewhat gruff, but she was not thrown by this feature of his personality. Instead, she was further intrigued by it. It was rather difficult to smother the curiosity that dwelled inside of the coywolf female. Motioning with her head, she set off at an easy walk, turning to face the stranger with a small smirk. “I’m – uh – Siv Savoy, by the way,” the girl introduced.