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Having noticed and silently agreed with the uncertainty in the brute's voice, Dulce allowed a muffled chuckle to pass. She turned her head downward, peering over her snout with an apologetic gaze. It does sound nice, she replied, though she was equally as unsure. The prospect of community did seem attractive, but what worried Dulce was having to sacrifice her independence. She thrived in the wild, without a solid structure to conform to; how would that work in sync with pack life?

My name is Abeja, she decided to share, but I prefer Dulce. It had been a while since she'd last had someone to travel with. At the very least, she thought that they might make a good pair for the day.