[An unexpected voice joins their racket. Blinking, Vyng turns to look over his shoulder to find a surprising sight: Another wolf sitting on the sand, head thrown back in a gorgeous howl. Even with the newcomer's respectable distance, the sense of connectedness shared when having a good howl is undeniable.
After a moment, Slippers pauses and follows Vyng's gaze. Her posture remains alert, but she doesn't seem too threatened by this smaller wolf. Vyng, on the other hand, is mainly curious. With a few grunts and barks of his own, he communicates in pure Wolf:]
Greetings, friend. We're calling for someone in our pack.
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After a moment, Slippers pauses and follows Vyng's gaze. Her posture remains alert, but she doesn't seem too threatened by this smaller wolf. Vyng, on the other hand, is mainly curious. With a few grunts and barks of his own, he communicates in pure Wolf:]
Greetings, friend. We're calling for someone in our pack.