A poisonous lizard crawling closer...

It seemed his initial reaction to where she was from was correct. She didn't seem to understand his language and it made him think long and hard about whether to let her join. What use would she be if she couldn't communicate with them? Communication was key to family, key to pack. Then she lowered herself completely, the ultimate act of submission. How could he refuse her now? FitzDutiful nodded curtly.

He would let her join, and work extra hard to ensure that she started to learn their language. It seemed she was looking for a home more than a place to stay, and if it was just a place to stay - well what harm could it do? His pack would be protective of the children, the only thing that mattered. He racked his brain for the word that he had learnt from her pack, "Sekt." He couldn't recall if that was the right word for yes, but it was the best he could do. He wanted her to know that he would try to learn her language too.

Though she was admitted, and could cross the borders if she wanted to, the interview wasn't over. "Zhavvi, no Hoshor. Sekt Silvertip Mountain?" Best to make sure, he gestured to the mountain when he said the name of their home.