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A too lanky young she-wolf approaches you, smelling of daisies and dirt. You notice her claws are torn, and she looks very tired. But, she still greets you with a smile and bright eyes. Her tail wags as she approaches, her air comfortable but filled with washed out bubbly excitement as well. She squirms under your scrutiny, lifting her head high. "Is there something you needed?"