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Gwen's ears pricked up, her attention momentarily diverted from the problems of raising a litter of pups, towards the approach of a stranger with a fluttering blue cloth tied at their ankle. The Adravendi paused her own zigzagging course when it became clear that the stranger had changed their direction towards her, politely waiting rather than continuing on her path. "Hello," she called out as the wolf came close enough for speech. The other wolf, after a quick examination, seemed friendly enough, and Gwenevere matched the wag of the stranger's tail with one of her own, a friendly smile shaping her muzzle. The stranger was female, young, and smelled of herbs. Strongly of herbs, actually, which puzzled Gwen a moment since the girl didn't seem to be carrying any in any obvious manner.