Lost Creek Hollow the older the fiddle, the sweeter the tune

There was the pause as he sorted through his memories or whatever was going on inside his head.  Treason would wait, a very slight tip of her head as she watched.  She was not lacking in patience at this moment and would always take the time to observe and analyze if given the chance.  To answer questions that she then didn't have to ask.

Another fighter.  Not a bad thing, even if he did seem to be older than every wolf in the pack she could think of at this moment.  Probably not useful to her immediate plans unless he proved to be very skilled.  Longer term though, certainly.  Then you will be among good company, but something first...   She wasn't going to invite him across the borders until someone shooed the other elephant in the room away.

If at some point you find who you are looking for elsewhere, what would be your intentions?  Treason said it about as neutrally as she possibly could.  She didn't want to poison the answer one way or another by seeming to favor a choice.  She was mostly just curious and wanted to know what to expect.  Treason was well aware wolves wandered in search of those who had gone, but it was what was done about it that would be more telling of character.