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It was a bit odd for the young lady to meet a wolf who didn't rightly talk. She had been on the receiving end of chatter for a long time, it felt strange to meet a solemn individual. Folks in the South were friendly and warm. This man was cold and deadpan. He seemed keen, or so she assumed, to leave her be. His angle went to where she had come from, and not where she was going. It didn't matter. She'd call after him.

"Tallulah Colt" she replied, angling her own body to leave. There didn't seem to be anything to be learned from the tight-lipped man. Any attempt to be friendly was met with a wall. She found no reason to stick around "safe travels, aye?" Even if he wasn't an open sort, she didn't wish him ill-will at all. Her smaller frame began to move away, further along the west. She'd find something of value, something to trade or craft with.

Before leaving the location herself. /exit

"speech here"