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Kin had not made it to four by being completely unaware of his surroundings. True, he had often been able to sleep shifts with Nine to keep the strain off of himself, but he'd also had to rely plenty on his own gut and intuition. So it was no surprise that he roused at the approach of another, even if she was still a ways off.

Seeing that he had company, the male stood and stretched on his rock, weary joints crackling as he limbered up once more. Then he was hopping down and trotting toward the stranger with his head dropped and ears splayed, tail swinging jauntily against his hocks.

Good morning, ma'am, he said, slowing as he drew near to give the formidable-looking warrior plenty of personal space. His body language grew more deferential, but no less friendly. He had seen plenty of wolves with plenty of scars, and although this woman's were rather more numerous, severe, and fresh, it was still not entirely out of the ordinary, to him.

I'm Kincaid, he introduced. Ain't had much chance to meet other folk here — you mind some company today?