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He gives a brusque nod, not altogether trusting that she will stick to that intention--but he does not have the energy to lecture her, now. She is a grown woman, if young; she can take care of herself. And if she chooses to make choices that put her in harm's way. . .so be it. Llewellyn cannot always come to her aid.

The flicker of disappointment over his face at her answer is brief; he keeps his face otherwise impassive, trying not to let on that her indecision is not the response he was looking for. "There is not much time," he rumbles, his voice grave. "The snow could come sooner than we think. It always has a way of surprising us."

He tilts his head toward the mountains, eyes lighting on a particular peak to the north. "I have pledged my allegiance to Moonspear," he told her, still looking that way. "They are a good pack, a family pack. They--we--will take care of you, if you come to our borders seeking a home." It was as much of an invitation as he would give. True loyalty came not from coercion but from commitment; she must want to live there, if she was worth having at Moonspear.