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slowalaine attacks again!
She turned to see him, and Caillen could tell that she was old. Her bones would be brittle, he knew, but the giant male felt no desire to harm her. He was a peaceful creature, by nature - The rage within him was buried deep down, beneath the layers of memory and consciousness he had long since discarded.
Besides, the old woman interested him. What purpose could she have, out in the wilderness? She smelt of no pack he knew, but that said very little; He had had interaction with a limited number of packs, and recognized few. She spoke, and his floppy ears swivelled forward to catch her voice. Icy blue eyes blinked - He was not stupid, but not overly intelligent either, and being alone for so long had left the male with a more primitive manner of interaction.
For a long pause, he did not speak, but took a few steps forward. She was so small, thin and dainty, but he could see the power in her acid-green eyes. "Hello, elder," The Merle goliath finally returned her greeting with a respectful title, his gaelic-accented voice rusty from a lack of use.