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Her eyes were trained on the trees, and it was not long until Saluce's gray form slipped into view between the bulky trunks. For just a split second she wished she could see herself, look herself over and see just how terrible she probably looked. But just as quickly as it had come, the notion skittered out of her mind. It was probably obvious that she had been crying, her cheeks had no time to dry even though she wiped them with her hands, and her golden eyes were probably bloodshot now.
She watched the Luperci as he paced over to her, her eyes taking in the indigo hues to his slate gray pelt. The striking blue of his eyes made his fur appear to have a similar tint, and Orin found this a handsome trait in the man. He was a formidable wolf, where Orin was just a thin, small girl, and it would be pure luck for her if this man did not have ill intent for her. Normally she could outrun most rapscallions, but she was in no condition to be sprinting anywhere today. What's worse, her weakened state showed clearly on her thin form.
Although she searched Saluce's face, she could tell nothing of the vein of his thoughts. Orin read the facade that the wolf put forth and nothing more, believing whole heatedly in his diplomatic introduction and not at all suspecting that she or her pack was already starting off on the wrong paw with the man. Nor did she take offense in his lack of shifting and delivering some more extravagant greeting. She was in no state to deal with formal affairs, anyway. Then again, was she ever?
She returned the man's nod, faking a small smile and suddenly feeling guilty that she was not in better spirits; the thought only served to make her mood even worse. She did not know him and did not know if he had ever been to Cercatori before. He probably deserved a better greeting than the meager one she was providing.
Her reply was far more typical than anything Orin would have said had she been in proper spirits. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Saluce. I'm Orin Takekuro. I suppose you know you are in Cercator D'Arte? Are you looking for a friend or someone?” This was clearly a chance meeting indeed, and she was obviously no trained, dutiful border guard.
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