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At the sight of the other wolf's uncoordinated scramble, Kirain couldn't stifle the giggle that bubbled up. As clumsy as it had been, there was something endearing about it, almost charming in its awkwardness. His eager response only made her smile brightly, her tail wagging in a mirror of his warmth.

Neither did I! It feels like these lands stretch on forever... It's beautiful, don't you think? Just... don’t drink the water! she added with a mischievous grin. It's awful. Trust me, I’ve learned the hard way. She made a face at the memory of the sea's salty taste lingering on her tongue, laughing at herself once more.

I'm Kirain! Who are you? Where did you come from? Are you okay? Are you packless? I don't scent any other wolves on you, she asked in a rush, her excitement clearly getting the better of her as she leaned forward with curiosity, eager to learn more about this new, seemingly friendly face.