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Zaria some how liked this female because she was saying good things about Silvertip and she seemed to be very honest with her answers. Zaria didn't have the feeling that she was tricked. This was rare, yet she knew that she was speaking to another pack wolf, so that might make more sense. Loners were often unsocialized, at least in Zaria's opinion. The slender girl nodded in agreement. If her father would have been murder she actually wanted her to be the one to do it. Then she would have defeated her Khal. This might sound terrible to other wolves who didn't understand her previous culture. "Khalas being here so short is what confuse Zaria," she returned.

Her green eyes fell on the dark female before she decided the continue. "These golden lands... were promised lands. Khalas travel far far far! So tiring. This was end. This was what was promised. Now they leave? Why leave? This promised!," she spoke and shook her head. Maybe it was the prophecy all along that she would be the only one to survive. Who knows? There was a lot to think about for the young girl. She had barely been out of her teenage years after all. So being on her own was natural and unnatural at the same time. She would definitely get a shock the upcoming winter. She was not build for that, or ever seen snow. She only knew hot weather. "Khalas never allow other wolfs close to bison. If Ame knew Khalas Zaria surprised!," she spoke then.