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It should not have surprised her as much as it did, and the expression Kratha wore for that split-second did not hide anything. Following this she felt only indignation rather than glee; that this wandering pack wolf thought to offer such a thing, as if Kratha needed any help what-so-ever in surviving when that was her forte, was an insult more than it was a blessing. She wanted to snap a comment at her to the same sentiment but, she did not. 'Pack's aren't always bad, Kratha,' said her concience, 'You know that - you can't keep running around forever,' but the last time --

Oh, she blurted, turning off her thoughts as quickly as they came. You're vetting me. I should'a clued in on that. Good, now we're getting somewhere. Whatever tension had arisen within Kratha seemed to dissipate then, and she regarded Stephanie in a new light - So? Did I pass?