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Everything about the stranger seemed a bit nervous, and Lolita suspected she might be the cause of his possible discomfort. She did feel a tad bit guilty about having startled him after spying on him from the tree, but other than that, she really did not know why he might be less than enthusiastic to see her. Of course that was not true. Most found her bizarre, and perhaps he was able to sense that she was not one of the living. That would explain his unsease. As far as she knew, she had never met anyone from the AniWayan tribe, so maybe everyone there was like this. On a similar level, though, maybe he would think oddly of Dahlians now because he seemed a bit uneasy around Lolita. She supposed she would never know.
Peering up at him, Lolita considered what she knew of the packs in the area. It was a frighteningly small amount, considering how long she had been in the area for. "So what's it like being in AniWaya?" she asked curiously, for lack of something else to say. She took a step forward, leaning on one foot carelessly with her hip cocked out.
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