Stavanger Bay And turning all against the one is an art that's hard to teach

She snorted, but didn't seem too displeased to be named a suitable fit for the crew.  Good! Any wolf who'd turn their nose up at the company likely didn't deserve to be in it, by her mind.  A lesson she'd learned the hard way in previous packs.  She still counted a pack and a crew as two entirely different entities... crew invoked more loyalty to her, for she wasn't in her mind there by obligation or need to survive.  Rather to thrive in the company of others.

"Sounds like fun," she said, with only a hint of joke in the tone, "and I got nothing else to do.  So sure!"  If they didn't talk much either, that was fine... border patrols were often more fun with company regardless.

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