Otter Creek Nothing beats a good swim.

"Hmm, compelling but, the last thing I need is for an entire body of wolves relying on me." He began, "Then again what's stopping you from double crossing me? I can't be the only wolf you've pitched this idea to; heck we haven't even exchanged names." Crius was growing suspicious of this unnamed wolf; they've only had a few lines of dialogue, and she's pitching him a revolt. He would have to admit he admired her craving for power but, she fails to hide the obvious cunning behind her words. 

Taking a few steps up to her Crius peered down at the mix patterned canine, "Your rules and terms? How about this; I bring you information whenever I'm free, I'll answer to you to an extent, but I have two rules of my own; no murder, no betrayal if I like the pack. I'm not your lacky; I am your partner." his tone was far sharper than he liked though but he made his point clear. 

"Oh, and we will mate once just for fun." He laughed.