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She felt the pebbles moved under her feet move as Ivev shifted her weight, relaxing a little as she smiled. Hopefully if this wolf was comfortable enough, Ivev could take some results about the whole situation and learn more about the breeding cycle of wolves.

I'm just intrigued by the cycle, that's all. Her shoulder shrugged.

I'm Ivev. Her nose lifted to the air and glanced back into the trees. Over their tips a mountain range rose, and behind that was Ouroboros.
I live that way.

The stranger had an odd scent about her, underneath the pervasive heat-aroma. She was lean but had naturally long, warm brown fur and blue eyes, and carried the smell of a pack that Ivev could detect around Whitefish River. She was more likely to be a native of this place than the arctic female was.