The creature approaches the dark woman, and Amunet simply watches for a moment. Are you lost? Her tones are soft and curious, and yet this interaction seemed unentertaining so far, but rarely did excitement flash into existence. From what she could make out, the other was smaller than she, definitely lighter. She was no doubt swifter, and admittedly, on first impression, she didn't give off fighter. Even so, the dark wolf was more than aware that looks could be exceptionally deceiving. She exhaled softly, condensation rising in the air. She almost wondered if it was worth the excursion, given how cold it was. Despite her thicker coat, the chill was something she still found much diffrent for her previous homes of the grass sea, and sea itself.

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