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This was an interesting land, as el Extranjero noticed with his typical physical inquisitiveness. It was primarily woodland, but was such a sumptuously diverse territory that it seemed almost shallow to dismiss it as a mere forest. For instance, el Extranjero was inadvertently following a brook that cascaded as the land made a sharp gradient. At this point, the trees thinned to leave a view of the landscape without, and it was at this point that he noticed a stranger.
Both he and the stranger were approaching one another seemingly automatically; both, as was apparent, was in the other’s path. A clearing stretched out in front of el Extranjero, and the appearance of the stranger, heralded by scent and sound, was evident. It was a wolf (most notably); a male one that was somewhat petite, with pale fur that matched the stark sun. El Extranjero merely nodded his greeting, familiar with inter-species tension, and diplomatic enough to test the air before going further.
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