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A woman. Such an odd accent, Wren had thought, although she quickly realized how rude that was and decided to refrain from speaking that aloud. Unless this stranger gave her reason to, at least.
I live here, she answers plainly, a crease between her brows. Er-- near here. Swiftcurrent Creek. Whad'da'ya know, I'm scoutin' too, she's quick to back up onto the bank, lifting a hind paw and shaking it rapidly. Lukewarm bog water was not a good feeling to be carrying around. Who're you, and where yah scoutin' from? an honest question, although it came out in a suspicious, raspy tone as she paces the side of the bank. Tail flagged high above her withers, she eagerly awaits the answer. From what she could tell, this woman was not of the Valley, was she?