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Dwin was not alone for long and was glad that fate or, whoever was directing her story from above, had interfered and made a decision for her. A wolf from the village was approaching her. First, the young Blackthorn was a little bit apprehensive and cautious, then she eased up a little and took a few steps towards the stranger. 

It was a very pretty girl, clad in the most unusual pelt of browns and whites. She had a kind expression and an aura of a little sun that was able to melt away some of Dwin's wariness and even managed to make her smile. "Hello," she greeted the other, once they were within a distance, where proper canine greeting ritual could be carried out. "Are you one of the village wolves?"