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Hope you don't mind Melee! 
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This was the farthest that Melee Soul had been from her home since they Dahlia de Mar had merged with Phoenix Valley. For that matter, she hadn't really been this far very often before that either. Maybe she had never been that far at all. Drifter Bay was certainly new to her. Then again, that was how this territory worked. It was constantly turning over with new debris, driftwood, seashells, and other odds & ends that ended up there with the tide. This was why she was traveling there in the first place, because she wanted to see all of the things that were there today. Perhaps she would find something useful that she could either use or gift to someone else. It wasn't a place for cultured gifts - pens, metalwork, or something else - but she might be able to find interesting driftwood or seashells. For this reason, she had brought along a satchel that swung loosely at her side. Occasionally, it tapped against her leg while she walked.
As she was walking along the beach in her Optime form, though, she spotted something far odder than what she had expected. Horses... with antlers, one of which had a Luperci astride. Was this what happened when a deer bred with a horse? She raised her ears, inhaling the smells of the beach. Unfortunately the stranger was still far enough away that she couldn't smell him, but she was somewhat wary of the unknown wolf. If it even was a wolf. She was close enough to Inferni that it might very well be a coyote. From what she had heard of the bloodthirsty tribe, she wasn't really that interested in coming across any of their members. Apprehensively, the normally outgoing young female stood still. Wondering what she should do. To approach or not to approach? That was the question.
After a brief moment of standing and staring, the eleven-month-old wolfling walked toward the stranger and his odd pair of deer-horse beasts. Her six-fingered hand raised in greeting. "Hello!" she said loudly when she was close enough that he could hear her. Melee kept walking toward him, but her eyes were attentive to catch any signs that he was disinterested or even hostile toward her approach. Because if she saw sign of trouble, the girl would no longer be approaching. The fight or flight instinct would kick in to protect her.