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Something about the other was unsettling, or perhaps it was just the fact that everything seemed unsettling as of late. Her stomach would flip in the same manner it'd used to when danger was near, only this time around she suspected it was caused by something else. Troubling that was, for gut instincts could not be relied upon. Observations served as her only way of breaking the woman down layer by layer, but that in itself had proven difficult given the outsider's seemingly frivolous persona. Well, then, that left only use to go by, and then she'd deal with the consequences later on. Thankfully, the other at least appeared to be of only wolf blood, so perhaps they'd get along. Perhaps.

Following her name came her abilities, each of which were taken and thought further upon. They were close to the sea, but did not border it, which made her skill in hunting prey of that terrain seem useless at first. However, after exploring the idea further, Sen found herself taking a liking to it. Perhaps the lot of them could head towards the sea regularly and dine upon the flesh of creatures whose bodies had been spiced up by the salt of the sea. Presently, that sounded good to her, earning Sadie a partial stamp of approval. "I think we could use your hunting skills. Have anything against teaching others how to hunt these tidal animals you speak of?" Species that thrived on mountains were appealing to her, for they were familiar, but species living in or near the sea offered a whole new experience.

"As for your fighting skills, we probably won't need 'em," Sen had stated. Since that was mentioned, however, another question was brought to mind. "Which reminds me, how quick is your temper?" Couldn't have a loose cannon running around, causing trouble, and then leaving Seadog's scent behind. No, war wasn't on the menu.