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_____She wasn't standing there pondering things for very long before an auburn-coloured man turned up out of the corner of her eye. Corona wouldn't have thought anything of it had he not been a wolf; it could have been someone from Inferni. But the fact that he approached with such an expression and a question told her that he wasn't from around there at all. Still, she went on a slight defence of her own, ready and willing to strike him if he turned out to be more hostile than just have an innocent question.


_____“Someone died,” she said, stating the obvious. “He was buried where he died.” She didn't go into details, though the tone of her voice probably revealed that it wasn't much of an occasion. A sad one, maybe even a little bitter sweet; but someone had been lost. She let her head hang for a moment more, and then levelled it out with the man. “You're not from around here, are you?” She had never seen the likes of him before, though that went for just about everyone outside of a few. Corona wasn't exactly the social butterfly of the year by any stretch.

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