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Pukei huffed a laugh in response, certainly glad the stranger hadn't asked about her marital status; she'd had enough of that from her relatives in her natal pack. Although she was always up for an enthusiastic discussion about anything else her company would throw at her, of course, as long as it didn't get too heated.

She listened as Dwin continued on the matter of dispersals. She had similar wonders whenever she encountered fellow lone wolves – ever unable to quell her inquisitive nature. What was their background? What had caused them to disperse? Had they any lofty ambitions they were trying to pursue? Her mind flicked back to Reyna, the woman she had met in the wetlands who sought to claim the mountain. Had she achieved her goal?

Dwin then offered her own experience, though it was scant in details. "Oh?" Pukei quirked one ear, interest piqued. "C'mon, don't leave me hanging," she urged with an eager grin. If she had been seated at a desk she would have leant forward on her elbows as if about to indulge in schoolyard gossip. "What happened on this big adventure?"