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Finding nothing too interesting within the path that she'd chosen to follow, the young woman glanced about--until, after a beat had passed, she recognized the vague patter of foot steps, appearing to be traveling in her general direction. Slowing her pace, the lupine found herself glancing back every few moments, as if waiting for the unidentified figure to catch up. It would appear obvious that she anticipated some form of communication between herself and the person, whoever they might be; that was, until she spotted the familiar sight of flowing white robes, in-which she'd cease any further progression and face their direction.

A set of toned forearms folded over the anticipant Anubite's chest, before a full-blown grin formed upon her features. She appeared to hold in mind no memory of her bumping into of the figure, it having been too brief and, due to her time in the west, familiar mannerism to be impressionable at this point. The only thought on her mind would be that of a familiar face, -and-, hopefully, an occupation of her time.