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She stared the golden and white stranger, sitting on his two-legged form, as he asked her what had brought her there.
The white femme sighed, as she told him her journey, all the way from AniWaya, through the woods, and finally the rain, spoiling everything.
“Well, at first, I intended to make an exploring trip around the aniwayan territory, as I’m new here – in AniWaya tribe, I mean.” Claire shifted her weight to the other side of her body “But it seems that I’ve made a wrong turn, and I ended up being here, unabled to go back because of the rain…” the white wolf snorted. “Sorry”.
A minute of silence passed, while Claire thought about what to do next, and mourned a little for her being so disoriented, accompanied by the sound of the pounding rain in the wet grass, out there.
“Oh, and why do you are here? I mean, how did you get here?” the small femme rose her head to stare the strange, just before remembering “Oh, and what rudeness of mine… I’m Claire. You are…?”