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Thus far, nothing. That was good. She'd scoped out a few places she might try to hunt something before returning to the Bypass. Or at least, that was the plan until she saw a flicker of something more vibrant than bark and snow moving through the trees a ways distant.

Arbiter, like all wolves, was a predator at her core, yet she kept that far closer to the surface than many. Answers were hunted for, weakness was searched for in wolves like she would a deer, and she often split the world into the brutal give and take that life demanded. From that flicker, her path turned abruptly towards it, her walk a prowl. After all, she had come here ready for confrontation should it be needed. It was always better to be Machiavellian to strangers in Arbiter's eyes -- she'd see so few of them again that strength had a higher chance of warding off future trouble, while being nice invited those sorts who would happily take advantage of it. Arbiter was certainly not the generous sort.

She was quick to approach, but kept her distance, never one to trust the foolish to behave in a way she'd expect. Arbiter was fairly sure this was the wolf as the scent seemed to match what Kaertok brought home with him along with his report. Though she was not postured as she would have if it was at her own borders, a bit of that edge was there. I heard you went elsewhere. Was that a lie? If the other woman kept moving, Arbiter would follow at a distance.