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The call had sounded and he thought to ignore it, at least for a short while. He'd been in the midst of a good hunt in which a family of hares had abandoned their warren. He'd followed them for a short while when he'd heard her voice fill the air. It was then that he was overcome with a looming sense of laziness. After deliberation, Harrison had turned toward her call and set off at a steady lope. It didn't take him long to reach her and the shape of a young lady. He thought it odd that one so young had found them. When he closed the space between them, he issued a chuff and barely caught the tail end of their conversation. Only then did the snake catch the scent of multiple other wolves on the stranger. 

Well, I'd say it's because you smell like a heap of other wolves, kid, he remarked in a perfectly condescending tone. His eyes roamed the girl for a moment before he smirked. The expression looked like it suited him naturally. It was then that the charmer quirked a brow and canted his head to the side. There was a flash of curiosity on his face for only a moment. What brings a young thing like you to our step?