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Echelon listened as Tonravik bestowed a rather simple name onto the vagrant, something that would do for the time being. And then she listened at length to what was spoken by this Aupartok. The fact that she could have been a warrior was not lost by her — it was evident. A commonplace skill among the wolves of Tartok, but not one that would necessarily disqualify her. There would always be a place in the world for those who were skilled at holding their own in a fight. Those that could track through night and day, unwavering in their pursuit.

Her eyes shifted between them, assessing what would come of it, what Tonravik would say, do, or otherwise instruct. At that point, any notion of suggestion had left her; Echelon was no more than a cog in the machine, left to wait and more than eager to jump at chance when it presented herself.