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A presence; not a quiet one at all, Mae noticed first, halting with an annoyed flick of her ears. After a moment she turned toward the source of the sound, catching the scent of wolf on the wind. A man, not familiar to her. He seemed frightened, perhaps.

A smirk pulled at her lips. You good, bro? Mae called out, watching for movement in the blur of shadows that made up her vision.