Moonspear Joining a Pack

The stranger says nothing meant for her and Lazarus has her ears instead. She believed his judgement is likely sound enough, so she does want to know what he thinks. But, as he said, the decision was hers in the end and there was more she wanted to find out first.

With his name in mind, she looked upon the gray loner pointedly. She does not want to see him cower meekly before her but heed her mindfully. While she commands her respect, she wishes more to inspire her prospect packmates.. not stifle them and he is appropriately respectful. That, at the very least, is good for her. "What is your greatest strength?" she asked already because she doesn't feel like tiptoeing around the matter here. It was obvious they had no room for freeloaders, not when large prey had nothing to eat and therefore, the wolves had nothing large to hunt. That, and she already felt the growing uneasiness for all the packs in the general region. It hadn't been an issue when times were plentiful, and that could very well change soon if the naturalists gut feeling about this all proved true. "And where do you come from before here?" she asked, sniffing subtly. He smelled simply of lonerhood and vague other places, meaning very little to her.