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The ghostly woman was not unaware of the presence of the other, but after listening a few moments to her direction, pace, and intent of her footsteps, Cassandra was content enough to write it off as someone harmless. They would be ships passing in the night and nothing more, but then came the sound of climbing: nails digging into bark and the quiet sounds of effort. The coywolf gave pause and looked discreetly in the direction of the noise, which became more and more conspicuous.
Her hackles rose instinctively at the sudden yelp and subsequent crash. Cassandra swept her ears back and considered just walking away, grabbing her things and making off into the night. But the stranger had the same sort of sandy ocean scent as Ezekiel, and she was curious as to what sorts of others resided in Inferni. Cautiously, she made her way over to the stranger. On her four dainty paws, the albino found it humorously convenient that the other was sitting now, allowing her to study her without craning her neck up or standing too far back.
"Are you okay?" Cassandra asked from a few feet away, though there was no real compassion in her voice, only plain curiosity. "What were you trying to do?"
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