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Birk made a valid point and Raven could only nod in resigned agreement. There was a reason her profession was highly regarded; the average wolf did not know what she knew and could not do what she did. Her frown deepened. It went against her nature to turn away someone in need of help, yet she must think of the caldera's wolves first and foremost.

She didn't quite pick up on what he was implying with his next few words. "Yes, I would help a pack mate," she agreed redundantly. She blinked her yellow eyes, comprehension finally starting to dawn. "You want to stay here? I mean, join the pack?" the Gamma pressed.