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Lyra pretty much immediately noticed that the other wolf's gaze wasn't actually on her, but... near her. As if he didn't actually see her. Which, y'know, was actually probably the case. Blind wolves did exist, though it was curious how they actually survived. As she neared, her eyes widened in recognition. Not of the wolf himself - she'd never seen him in her life - but of his coat. And his eyes, now that she was near enough to fully distinguish the color. The slate blue falling over his upper body... that shimmered a slight purply-hue... just like her own. Just like other Saxe's. Her father, her grandmother, her siblings. And the eyes... she wouldn't forget her father's eyes. And this boy, this boy had them. She had stiffened now, as the characteristics stood out in her brain.

She barely heard his words about the ram, except to register that he belonged to this wolf here. She just stared, comprehension coming slow. The last sentence did catch her attention, though. "I have no intention of doing so." Her voice was much sharper than she intended, but to a degree she really didn't care. "Who are you?" she added a few moments later, the sharpness still in her voice but a little... less.