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This was the first wolf she had encountered in weeks, the first area to not harbor a population of her own family, and the first to not be half-dead from over zealous hunting. These bits of fact and fancy were reason enough to stick around; and the stranger wasn't going to talk her ear off in any desperate attempt to keep her. Bonus points. Salamander was amused by the shadow. Amused and agreeable. "Alright." She began to accept the offer, and then paused to think.

If this was a small pack - and everything hinted at this being true - then it was either a brand new one, or failing. Perhaps both. This may have dissuaded a lesser wolf, but not her. Not someone with her grand vision. If it was struggling despite its prime location and obvious potential, she would take it for herself (in the name of the Legion, of course). If it was just a fledgling group, all the more reason to stick around and benefit. Little did Salamander know that her plans and ideas were held by the very Alpha upon whose lands she now stood.

With a deferential dip of her head, the russet woman accepted the offer and began to take stride; moving only a few feet before pausing and looking at Echelon. Take me to your leader.