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“A bit of both, perhaps,” Brave responded easily to the question that had been presented.
 
The scent of the other wolf had been what had initially drawn him into the grove. Curiosity had led him down the path that he had followed and to where he had stumbled upon the very presence that he had absently been chasing. This concept seemed a titch difficult to describe to someone that Brave had only just met. He did not want to paint himself out as being someone who prowled through the thicket with havoc in his mind.
 
A gentle sway of his dark tail was made in hopes that he might ease their discovery of each other, only just so. “My sister and I have been wandering in search of family in this area, so I’ve been keeping my nose to the earth hoping to find someone familiar,” the explanation came with a soft and smoky tone. His posture was easygoing but not lacking reverence.