Rane woke calmly to melodic voice. He got up eagerly to meet a beautiful white delicate she wolf with eyes both of different color. Remembering his manners, he bowed straight away, not wanting to make a bad impression on possibly the wolf he was looking for. "I am Rane, loner. I was wondering if you could tell me if there was a nearby pack by the name of "Ludicael"? If so, could you point me in their direction?" Hopefully he sounded formal enough. The thought that this was the wolf he sought out took up most of his mind, but in the back of his head the possibility of the wolf being a loner was far away, but he kept his distance, just to be sure. What if the wolf before him was the one he was looking for? For good measure he added: "I get the feeling your from Ludicael, correct me if I'm wrong," and awaited the reply of the pretty wolf patiently.
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