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It did not take long before his call summoned the presence of a figure: a large and ruddy tree-trunk of a man. Though his posture remained calm, Noxir noticed the subtle awkwardness to his stance and his mouth split in an unsettling grin. 

"Rodyn of Moontide," the words were drawled lazily in return, "a pleasure to meet ye." And what a pleasure it was to finally see their neighbours in the flesh. The scent of others clung to his pelt, though Nox could not discern how many. "I'll be on my way quick - promise," a half-truth slipped easily from his lips as the captain dipped his own head in feigned respect. "Just lookin' for somethin' to eat. Winter's a hard season for lone wolves, y'know?"

A flash of pink as his tongue rounded his muzzle, carefully observing the other's reaction.