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Echelon would have never really guessed that the wolf before her was in fact, a warrior of sorts. If she truly was, then she was but a shell of what she had been. Never minding that Emori had survived a fire, of course, she couldn't help but wonder if she was just saying that to save some sort of face. The flighty Tartok wolf scrutinized her when she stated that she wasn't a threat -- that much had been obvious to Echelon.

"Would you like to be one again?" she asked, licking at her chops. It was not a challenge to fight her or otherwise engage, but a genuine inquiry laced with prime interest. "Do you want a home?" This question came more forward, much like Echelon always was. Direct, blunt, all the same.