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It was not long before his wanderings caught the attention of another wolf; beige tufts ushered forward at the drumming of loping steps that proceeded a not too friendly harkening. "You're excused!" he called back as his face turned toward the direction of his interceptor. The distant look of sullenness was washed away by his ever-quick flit of a smile...and though he lifted not his posture - lest he directly insult the authority of his welcoming party - it was clear that he was not all too concerned by the gruffness of her approach.

His plume gave a whisper soft waver to illustrate his amiable intentions. He was otherwise locked into place, rooted into the earth where his last steps had fallen, and made no notion to move neither forward nor back from the onyx sentry that was keeping her distance. "Howdy!" he called in his typical way.