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It was as though the mention of her name had summoned her - Viskani's sixth sense, possibly.

The muscular she-wolf appeared from amongst the trees, her brow briefly furrowing at the sight of Tousaint with the strangers - though it soon smoothed over. It always did.

Her pace quickened as she approached the trio, eyes focused on her pledge. "Tousaint? What's going on here?" Her tone was gentle as it always was, though her gaze carried a sense of hostility as it shifted to the older woman in particular.

Their scents carried similar notes to that of the scarred woman on the ridge - with an encounter so unpleasant it was natural to be hostile.