Barrow Fields Head to the future

Hmm.  Her manner was curt, but she still wasn't hostile, and Rosalyn considered it.  True, she'd apparently gotten her ass handed to her by a couple eagles, which put a slight ding in her credibility as potential recruit.  But she looked capable, she had the stuff to take a self-depricating situation with good grace, and most importantly, she was another body who Roz woulda brought to the table. Assuming she turned out an asset.

It was a gamble, she decided, she was willing to make.  "Rosalyn, though most call me Roz.  Who're you?"  She smiled at the question, another one, but naturally timed.  "I'm assuming you aren't runnin with a pack, aye?"  Her story led her to believe otherwise.  "Cuz if your lookin, we got us a crew lookin for the able, loyal, and roguishly charming.  Y'seem to tick a few of those.". She left off, a small wink giving the joke.  Perhaps this wolf wasn't in the mood, but if she couldn't take a little banter, Rosalyn assumed Raptor and Smokie would spit her out rather quickly.