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A deep howl sounded in response to hers, signalling that she at least wouldn't be waiting long. Her eyes widened as an absolutely massive wolf came into view. He had to be nearly twice her size. His slate-grey coat made him appear mountainous. Dianne collected herself, drawing the neutral mask back over her face. It didn't matter how big he was, she told herself. All that mattered was whether he'd let her in or not. Yet, her heart still thudded in her chest.

Once the behemoth finally stood before her, he bowed and said, "Good evening, Miss. You're at the border of Easthollow. May I help you?" That caught her off-guard. She appreciated his manners, though she wouldn't return the gesture. Dianne didn't bow to anyone, especially not a wolf. At least he wasn't a complete brute. She tucked the name "Easthollow" away in her mind in case she'd need it later.

Yes. My name is Dianne; I am interested in joining your pack. I will offer my hunting skills and loyalty, She said curtly, trying not to gag at the utterance of "loyalty". It only reminded her that she'd be tied to this place for months. Her expression remained utterly flat nonetheless, her voice robotic in its monotony.