[There is wild barking, pawing as a white she-wolf bares her fangs. She leaps around frantically, wondering where she is. She can't find Iris anywhere, and she is severely worried about Rena as well. Sand is everywhere, and as it seems like it's about to pelt her in the face, a gust of wind always blows it back, always in the direction that it's
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What's your name...? [She still misses her friends, and is hopeful that this wolf won't mind talking with her, either.]
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-keeps licking her face-
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