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His confidence caused her to flounder, though in a sheepish, amenable way. His question was pointed and yet warm, and she knew in an instant that nothing about him was familiar to her. The uniqueness of her parentage made her family almost instantly recognizeable. Before her, however, was a creature purely wild- massive, but unmistakably wolf.

She had come to know the men of this area as being solid both in build and demeanour, and Dutch was no exception to this observation. From the North, he too was used to cold country- something she shouldered with all the toughness of an Irish shawl.

She lowered her muzzle and shook her head in a dainty no. Apology came with the flagging of her tufted ears, shocked she had accused him of being familiar. 

”I am-“ She responded, though her voice caught. Wordlessly, her mind continued thinking of leaving it, though. She blushed. She could no longer use the “I’m new” excuse, either. She had simply found herself feeling isolated and avoided on the mountain, prompting her to search for warmth from its friendly sister packs. ”Simbelmyne,” She concluded, a moment later.