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Questions were expected, given his wording—had she not been cautious, he would have been more surprised. But he did not answer immediately, considering his words carefully before speaking. He thought of what he could say and what he must remain silent about, some secrets not meant to be spoken with a war on the horizon. “There will be wolves at our doorstep before long,” he settled for. “Those that want to disrupt our way of living and bring harm to this place.” He spun the tale with ease, believing it himself to make it a temporary reality for her. He was not going to allow for his one connection to the lands back home to be torn away from him, not when there was something that he could do to prevent it.

“Can we trust you to help us?” Trust was a tricky thing to deal with, and impossible to place in strangers—but he had to say something, keep her from leaving somehow. With the intention of easing her mind, he added, “You do not need to fight for us, not so soon after joining, but we will require your help somehow. Perhaps by watching over the young, the inexperienced?” Can you do that? was a question added and hidden within his tone.