Otter Creek Nothing beats a good swim.

Crius rested his brow, "I suppose I can understand; sometimes we tie trauma to certain words and things." There was more to her than he believed, she was far more cunning than she led on and Crius knew it but, for the sake of curiosity, he could indulge her, heck he may get something out of this entire experience. Hmm, what would he get? A slight bit of satisfaction? Maybe the rush of the potential danger would be enough; he did like a good thrill after all. If this little wolf was going to be his accomplice or dare he says, leader, he'd need to test her. 

"But, what do I get exactly? I wouldn't have any power, and I'm more than certain you can't offer me a claim to land... I'm thinking you give me something a little more intimate." His voice deepened, a toothy grin on his face.