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Irene huffed a quiet laugh, her ears twitching as the snowwoman’s words rolled over her. A hunting partner, she echoed, her tone light but skeptical. She tilted her head, a faint smirk pulling at her lips. If nothing else, it’d make the mess less noticeable, right?

Her gaze followed as the snowwoman tested the air, the warmth in her expression catching Irene slightly off-guard. It was rare to find someone so... disarming. Irene shook her head, a soft chuckle escaping her. 

Scared everything off, huh? she said, glancing down at her kill with a mix of amusement and mild regret. Wouldn’t surprise me. I’ve got a knack for leaving an impression—good or bad. She stepped closer to the pale stranger, her tail giving a casual flick. 

Though, I’d say you’re lucky you weren’t the prey. Might’ve been a bit more of a mess. Her voice carried a teasing edge, though her emerald eyes gleamed with genuine curiosity. What’s a wanderer like you looking for anyway? Doesn’t seem like you’re just out here to chat with the local chaos-maker.