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[bitingmybullet]

Gwen is, oddly enough, not in the Wasteland. Instead, she's a few blocks down, sniffing at the air.

That wolf Preston mentioned has not, to the best of her knowledge, been caught. She hasn't been looking for that wolf, exactly, but she's been careful.

She doesn't want to run into anybody without expecting them first.

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[toomuchstoker]

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen can, in fact, smell him coming. It puzzles her at first; then it sets her on edge.

She's been meaning to talk to him.

"Hey," she says, raising a hand in a half-wave, half-salute.

[toomuchstoker]

[bitingmybullet]

"That's right," she says easily.

This is, more or less, her turf.

Wry, "I do leave the club sometimes. It's a nice night."