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The appearance out of the forest of the dark-coated youth wasn't enough of a surprise to set Katja back on her heels, but thanks to the wind's direction she'd had only a moment's notice as the crunch of pawsteps in snow and rustle of underbrush announced his approach. She halted her own forward motion far enough away that she did not have to crane her head to stare up at the youth. He was of a size with Laufey, and the former Imperium alpha, but he was still clearly not at his full adult build. A yearling, then, and one displaying a neutrality that was quite respectable. No prancing up with tail wagging as though he were some fool pup, no cowering, no aggression. "Heil," she returned his greeting, though she allowed no hint of her approval at his manner to leech through into her expression, particularly once she caught the scent of Yfir's new neighbors on his coat. "You seem to have wandered from your pack lands, Ivalice. I trust you are not lost already." She didn't allow that earlier approval, but neither did her observation hold any threat to it, though a hint of irritation at yet more Ivalice intrusions tightened her brow slightly. Still, better to have found this respectful young male wandering here rather than something more... irritating. It could have been yet another Adravendi.