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The roughshod wolf heard her company before she saw it-- he wasn't precisely subtle! Still, Wrecker took time, turned their head, and flicked her ears, tail wagging slightly as Benson approached.

He introduced himself, and he held himself in a way much younger than Wrecker expected-- but then again, it occurred to them that this was probably Beauregard's mate. Or, rather, one of his mates.

Accordingly, a smile dragged itself across their face and they crossed closer to Benson, tail wagging, mannerisms relaxed. "I'm Wrecker, eh! Nice to meet ya, Benson--" and they squinted at Payday before wiggling at the quokka. "And Payday. You named cos you bring good luck, or some'n, Payday?" The wolf bent, snatching grasses in their fangs. Wrecker began to weave the grasses together carefully, using teeth and claws to make the grasses into a longer, stronger, braid of fibers. They waited for Payday or Benson to respond, but held up the braid of grasses, squinting as they took in Payday's look next to the braid. Then they nodded.