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She gave a subtle bristle of her fur, almost jumping when the man spoke. Wren's blue eyes swept over him, but she refused to be embarrassed. How far north? Pretty far. She saw more land beyond this, and smelt pack borders. "Not as far as one could be" she decided to say, pointing her olive nose north "there's good hunting and a dense woodland over there. But also a pack called Armada nearby."

The woman didn't know anything else about any other packs. Just what the lad told her about Armada. Which wasn't a lot. She turned to face the man properly, sighing inwardly. Guess she had to socialize, even if she had decided she was lonely. "Why?" Wren prompted to ask "don't like the cold?" She seemed amused if he admitted it. His short fur was a tell-tale sign as is.

"Speech"