The silver-painted girl felt a short wash of surprise, followed by warmth spreading from her cheeks, at the suggestion that he would look for her at the lake. Artemis would not have expected anyone to go looking for her specifically, not even her family. The Marino-Sadira wolves were a closely knit family, but lately, in the absence of some of them and with changes for the ones left in the pack, it seemed they had grown apart. Though it came as a small surprise, the blue-eyed Dreamer found she was not at all bothered by the idea of him seeking her out. She felt herself smiling in spite of the surprising nature of the words.
She nodded at the last sentence; it seemed all too unfortunate that there were packs that did not know them, one of the longest standing packs in the area. "Meet anyone interesting?" she asked, her tone light-hearted as she thought about her few excursions from the pack's lands. It was with shame that she recalled the most notable (in her mind, of course) time she had ventured outside of the pack's lands. It had been so soon after waking and finding out that Denali was dead, and she had almost gotten into a fight with a coyote. Since then, she had tended to stay close to home.
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