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[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 520px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: verdana;"]Fischer would surely never hurt another soul, shaman or not. It was a vow she'd taken a long time ago, that her claws remained withdrawn and clean, that her words remain soft and careful. Years of living in violence, her home more close to a morgue than a place she lived in. Every day in that tribe, it'd been glancing over her shoulder, waiting to see a knife going into her back. And it wasn't like she ever trusted anyone there not to betray her. Those years had truly shaped her, into a full and rounded being, not the hollow and defensive girl she used to be. Not that there wasn't some emptiness sometimes, but often times she could bare through it, especially in the Typhoon now.

The wolf had been making her way around a portion of the shore, eyes swept up into the horizon. The light was making her dark fur appear black, though a halo of deep umber silhouetted her tall figure well enough. Amber eyes glancing to the beach ahead, she caught sight of Temulin. The pale Siamese appeared ... unfamiliar with the land, and Fischer could instantly tell that they were a stranger. "Excuse me ..." She said gently, hoping to get the other's attention. "This is the Typhoon's territory, how can I help you?"