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The other wolf turned and looked at her, he came closer there was no backing out of this encounter now. He seemed to almost inspect her with his eyes, the wolf seemed almost confused as to what he should do with his mouth. When he seemed to figure it out he spoke, he asked why she was quivering. Safir tried to compose herself, she couldn’t let fear over take her. It seemed to her as if she had a right to be somewhat afraid of this man. “Because I have never seen another wolf of your height.” She would reply, for it was the truth but not the entirety. For she had been scared not only of his height but also what she thought she could sense from his aura.