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"Easy, easy ma'am! Don't you know there is a war going on around here? You should try making friends more than enemies" Dey was unamused about what he was saying, but a bit... War? What wa- A sudden headache scattered her thoughts and caused her to be confused. Dey blinked and stupidly notice the strange wolf looking at her chest. She followed his line of sight to see a pendant and felt a rise of protectiveness over it even though she hadn't known she'd been wearing it.

"Say, yer quite far from Black Valley aren't you, doing a little scout'n for your pack, are ye?" "What pack? I have no pack." Dey was beginning to get frustrated with this strange wolf and his too smooth yet familiar words. She sucked in an exasperated sigh and took a menacing step toward him, letting her temper get the best of her. "Look here you brute; I am confused, hungry and I don't know what's going on! Yet here you are trying to steal the only thing I have! The nerve of you! What! What did you think I am even doing out here in the middle of nowhere!? Trying to scout for some imaginary pack in some probably made up war?!"

Dey was now in Shamus's face with her teeth bared, her hackles up and her eyes looking directly into his. A would be terrible moment for him if both he and her knew she was Alvan. Yet, nothing happened. No one died of fright.

With a sudden drop in energy, Dey backed away from him. "Forget it. Some scum like you don't care about the problems of a lone wolf." She moved to walk away.