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When asked, Ness immediately delved into what she knew, reminding herself that she should have done this without prompting. "His name's Sebastian. Hunky guy— pretty toned for a loner. All gray with those puppyblue eyes meant to make a girl swoon. You know the type," Ness shrugged. She had certainly seen enough of his brand in her own short lifetime, surely a wolf in the prime of adulthood had seen a model or two of the wolf she had described. Assuming she didn't know him specifically. "It's informal yet," she affirmed to Amekaze. "He was just deciding on that territory when I came across him. No established borders yet." Ness intentionally left out the part where she might have encouraged him to get started on his claim.

On the subject of scouting, Ness' interest became piqued. "I might dig the scouting business..." she mused thoughtfully. "I'm itching to carve my name into Moonspear like your current crew. Did you have anything in mind you'd like to dole out to me? I have a lot to prove, Amekaze, and I'm down for the task."