Blackfoot Forest however little known the feelings or views of such a man

Her explanation was accepted at face value, and Mitanni let herself relax again. It struck her as strange how accepting and welcoming the wolves here were, how they so readily took her statements for truth. She could see the dangers in it, felt them herself, but in this instance it all worked out in her favor. She liked asking questions, gathering information, learning as much as she could, and these natives were ready and even willing to offer her what she wanted.

As her name was complimented, a brow rose in silent question. Lovely? Maybe her name alone, but that hardly sounded like her as a whole. She was scrawny, small, physically weak, and more skittish than most--at least on any ordinary day. Still, compliments were hard to come by and she discreetly preened as she entertained the notion that she might actually be lovely. There was also the subtle hint of him being unattached, but she figured he already had plenty of ladies lining up to join his pack simply because of him.

With her ego stroked, she listened to the description Aaron provided of Rosings, patiently and attentively listening. They sounded rather ordinary over all, except for pack duties being completed by pairs of wolves. It was a new sort of concept for Mitanni, though one that was interesting. She couldn't help wondering how well it would go once the wolves were paired up and the concept was put into practice.

"That's different," the mottled brown wolf observed, "I haven't heard of packs doing things in pairs." Honestly, she wasn't sure how she would fit in such a society. She liked her privacy, like her independence, even though she knew she'd take every precaution to ensure her pair completed what was expected of them. "What if the pairs don't work?" she made herself ask, obviously curious as her head tilted a bit to the side once more. Mitanni was intrigued by the concept, and interested in learning how far Aaron had thought it through.