Otter Creek get ready to roll

There was nothing to see as she made her statement but the silence grew heavy while he weighed her words. There was much to think about, especially when you were on your own. She knew, having been alone for years. Her frame had sported the same gaunt features, the same lack of musculature, and her temper had been foul and violent. She had improved since then in everything save the last, though right now her mood was even and calm. Surprising, but maybe not so much. Iqniq had brought the same from her. Then again, perhaps the male held that similarity with her aokkatti. Neither of them were fucking morons. 

A slight smile curled the very corners of her mouth at the thought, though as he spoke it receded one more. "You have survived this long," She concluded, twisting the perspective to show that he had held on where others had not been able to. Weak could be called stubborn or tenacious. Either way, he was a survivor and only the strong survived. "You could change it." Her ears twisted back, listening, almost as if she were pointing his attention toward the Spires behind her. 

She was giving him an opportunity now, something she did not do for every wolf she crossed paths with.