[The soft greeting is enough to startle her, and the wolf turns and stares at Vyng. Her ears are up, and her gaze is intense as though she's trying to determine whether or not he's a threat. She lets out a quiet woof of her own, but she does move a bit closer.
If her memories were intact and she remembered the night on the beach, she would probably be far less cautious - she would likely be pleased to see him. Instead, she hangs back, and weaves her head a little from side to side, trying to get a better look at them through the mushrooms that crop up everywhere.]
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If her memories were intact and she remembered the night on the beach, she would probably be far less cautious - she would likely be pleased to see him. Instead, she hangs back, and weaves her head a little from side to side, trying to get a better look at them through the mushrooms that crop up everywhere.]