without saying anything

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She descended the mountain and joined up with a well-worn path on the borderlands. The round had only just begun when she scented another, however vaguely, on the winds. She adjusted course and headed his way, then when she could spy him, she found herself upon a small outcropping of rock above him. Ame peered down, ever scrutinizing, as chilly winds whipped at her furs. What is your purpose? she asked, firm, as her tail lashed a slow rhythm over her back. From here, a vantage point over his shoulder and perhaps a stone's throw away from him, she got a good, long look at him -- a creamy furred wolf, male, of acceptable health, with no pack affiliations woven into his scent. She awaited a response.