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The tilt of Simbelmyne’s head grew with each passing second it took for the other to answer; she wondered briefly if the other spoke a different language, until she responded both with words and her expression. Everything from the congenial wave of her tail to the shimmer in her eyes proclaimed the woman’s friendliness; a welcome mien for the wolf who grieved. 

Traveller-in-tenure? Simbelmyne spoke, though barely above a whisper as she echoed the woman’s words. A curious title, one she had never heard before. The pack’s name, however, was familiar- and therefore, her request was a relatively easy one to grant. She felt fairly certain that while they did not have the open border policy with Brecheliant, they were nevertheless considered allies. It came as no surprised then, that this representative was so friendly.

I feel this will be allowed. She said, summoning a minute smile, and a brief wave of her tail. Making herself appear as friendly felt like wading through a thick and heavy marsh. I can show you a way…There are cliffs you will want to avoid, She said, gesturing for Ceridwen to accompany her.