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At the sound of another's approach, King cast a quick glance over his shoulder and welcomed the wolf with an idle wag of his tail before his gaze was drawn back to the bison. Since seeing them, he'd been relucant to take his eyes off them at all. "Yes ma'am," he agreed, his voice quite a bit less formal than those words usually called for. "I can't believe the size of them. And all together like this - we don't have anything like it where I came from."

He turned his head back toward the stranger, but it took a moment to drag his eyes away from the beasts to actually look at her. "What are they? Do you hunt them?" he asked, eyes alight with curiosity. They looked almost too big to make a meal of - but there were quite a few more wolves in Easthollow than there were in his natal pack.