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Though she confirmed that she was alone, she wasn't more forthcoming than that, and Svalinn realized belatedly that he didn't expect her to be. He wouldn't have much to say to a complete stranger - no matter how incredible they looked - so it stood to reason that she didn't want much to do with him to begin with. This theory was only confirmed when she brushed him off about being cold; it made him realize he'd been too hasty in attempting to invite her home. He considered that since he didn't have the body count behind him like he had back at Redhawks, he should be more casually wary of the unidentified she-wolf, like she seemed to be of him.

"You're tough, then. You would fit right in with us, if you ever think about having a new family," he smiled, careful not to lose a beat of confidence. "I'm Svalinn, by the way - Eyjolfur - try not to forget it." The young wolf paused, to make sure he hadn't charmed her tail off by his closing, and then turned to be on his way, shooting the finely draped wolf a smirking glance of "take care" as he went.