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Nimbus. That was a fancy name. It reminded her of those little, long eared creatures in the myths. What were they called? Elves? Well he certainly looked like one! She found that thought quite entertaining, but dared not to share it with Nimbus. It might offend him and that certainly won't give her any brownie friendship points. "Nice to meet ya too, Nim!" She grinned, noticing the shift in his expression. Jackpot, he was smiling! That was a cute smile. I wonder how many other expressions I can gauge out of that boy.. He looked young, maybe he was younger than her? Or perhaps the fact he always seemed to keep himself smaller made it appear so.

So there really was a big pack nearby. How big though? The idea of a large group of wolves living nearby didn't frighten her, but made her even more curious. What were they like? Did they speak their language? Oh! What if they spoke the same language like the etchings on the stone. Now that wouldn't answer any of their questions.. "...their name..." his voice made her snap back to reality. "Wanna go check them out? Ask them if they know?" She asked with a smile, already taking a step in the opposite direction while peeking back at Nim.