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The white wolf came into view, stoic and seemingly unsurprised. Not welcoming, nor threatening. Ink approached slowly, stopping a good distance away and lowering his head curiously. The closer he got, the more he noticed another scent lingering here- not Vinatta. This wolf wasn't a packmate, but he'd been here long enough to hold a good amount of the scent. "Who are you?" Ink managed politely enough, tilting his head a bit.
The camp seemed plenty organized, though Ink could tell that the male was packing up. Taller and bulkier than Ink was, due to the difference in forms and species, the stranger seemed to be well kept and precise with his belongings and self. As Ink's dual-colored eyes traveled across first the camp, then the male himself, he found himself curious to know more about the visitor. Surely he wasn't sneaking around. Saul must've invited him to stay a while.
"Name's Ink Trovato, Risna. Are you a guest to Vinatta?"
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