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Before she could arrive at a decision, the stranger made it for her. "Hey," she offered as she walked over to the pale youngster, her body language casually amiable. Haunt's own tail twitched as she took a moment to study the adult, eyes taking in her appearance: slim build, standard markings and eyes the color of the sky. At the same time, her nose drew in and cataloged her individual scent.

Taking care not to look directly into her elder's eyes, Haunt eventually murmured, "Hello." She wasn't one for small talk, so she paused a beat before wondering, "Do you smell that?" The young huntress didn't wait for an answer, yellowed eyes sweeping past the Aquilifer's face once more as she swiveled. A quick walk smoothly sped into a brisk lope as the odor of dead and rotting bighorn sheep hooked her by the nose.