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The name rung in his head, it felt as if he had heard it before. What could he offer? He could hunt well, his strength mostly shown within speed. Healing wasn't really his thing, though. "I can hunt. And I can provide protection at your borders," he said solemnly. 

  He could provide food and protection, in his opinion; a good offer. It didn't bother him that the wolf did not address herself, but he was slightly curious, though he showed nothing. His eyes were cold, but not empty. It was as if someone had built a wall behind his eyes, with the idea of hiding all emotions behind that 'wall'.