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a sharply made she-wolf had caught thorn's eye, and he watched as she prowled below. her lissome form blended easily against the rush of snow, but even from his vantage he caught the keen flash of her poison-apple eyes.

stigmata had exequisite taste when it came to collecting his followers, thorn had found -- and this she-wolf was no exception to the warhound's discerning type. measuring her carefully, thorn wondered if she was as cunning as she looked -- for her features were bladed and intimidatingly exotic.

he did not wish to take her by surprise, and so, thorn made himself known with a chuff, his tail wagging amicably despite the distance between them.