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“I was told to find you if I ever made it in?”

Aure’s voice was more real than her actual being, in that moment. She followed the sound of it from fronds and foliage; vegetation that wasn’t too unfamiliar, but nonetheless trying to become more accustomed to.

Her limp was still apparent as she slunk into view, watching the scene ending before her with a wry expression. She eyed the tossed hackles and smatterings of drool in particular, and stopped what she felt was a safe distance away.

”Perhaps I’ve come at a wrong time, however,” the arctic female continued, leaning back into her heels to gingerly sit upon her haunches. “Any sane wolf such as myself would leave, so you can sort out your tempers with ze... poor tree.”