Dragoon started her move, wandering idly around the wilderness. She preferred to find a dark forest when the night came, but sometimes she resolved to sleeping during the open, despite discomfort. She was so open, with a white and silver pelt, and beaming red eyes. A ghost they called her, or a witch others would say.

Then through her small journey, the white wolf spotted another, and peered over.

"My apologies," though she said so, there was still a blank stare without remorse as she calmly looked onto the tempered wolf. They were a bit mystified, by the uncommon red eyes. It was the second wolf the mercenary met, with a signature similar to her own. She had not seen any until coming to this wild, and it gave her a some sort of.. Discourse. She felt a bad omen, was to fall upon her.

"I am Dragoon."

They are snappy, but Dragoon has met warlords with similar tempers, she was not phased, "Do you live here?" she asked. She can smell that pack upon them, but noticed there were no territory marks upon entering, and assumed it was safe. Though perhaps it could be a new claim, for all she knew.

Or, he was a runaway.

"No," she said flatly, "I am a wandering mercenary, looking to be hired." Though it seemed the job market was rather rough around these parts, as most wanted complete loyalty, then a simple ride. She can respect it, however Dragoon was also irked, as this land was more into that then the others she encountered.

Dragoon definitely raised a brow to that, "their leader Donovan wanted to recruit me- but wouldn't hire." She had no reason to see on why to join the man, and perhaps learning more of the info, solidfied that. She didn't want to be associated with a group who was being ran out- being hired by them was one thing, but a permanent home was another, "I declined."

"I only ask for a place to stay and food for the contract." If anyone truly wished to hire the mercenary, that was all she wanted through their business.

The ghost nodded at the red-eyed wolf, agreeing with so. She felt even being hired would've been a risky move, as if so many were against them and she joined, there would be an association. Dragoon would definitely have to travel to another land as so, since it seemed there was an abundant of packs in the wilds.

"Thank you, farwell" With at least that word getting around that she was for hire, there was satisfaction.

So, with a rather knowledgeful ending, Dragoon took an exit out of the woods.