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Shylome spent most of the hour waiting with her packmate, only leaving to go relieve herself, something she was vaguely aware she probably wasn't supposed to do on the border of another's territory, but the notion of anxiety did not cross her mind. Rather, the waiting had eroded her notions of courtesy enough for her to consider such an act acceptable in context, and she had only minimal fear of wolves to begin with.
X'ies voice roused her from the slumber she'd begun within the last few minutes, and she scratched behind one ear, yawning widely and licking her chops with a few hard blinks. "I think it is a very strange thing, but I do not fully understand you wolves. I thought that if we are standing on the border, then someone should be coming to chase us away, but this seems to confuse you as much as me. Perhaps they intend to let us have this piece of their land?"