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Defiance. A trait that Queenie admired, but not one that she was sure she could tolerate. Maybe in time, this Kratha would break. After all, this was their first meeting; Queenie knew that first impressions didn't always go as planned. I'm not a hunter, she scoffed. It was a logical assumption to think that she was a half-decent huntress, given the circumstances, but when it came to fighting prey, she was useless. Best she could do was that winter hare, and even that'd been a struggle.

I'm a mercenary, she told Kratha, and I'm not asking you any of this because it's good for my health. There was a firm look on her face as she examined the girl. I'm asking you because I want to bring you back to my pack. What would Delight say if she showed up with a sick puppy at her hip, no real reason for bringing it? It was important that they had a story together before making any proposals.