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

Treason appreciated loyalty, though she knew it at times was a fickle thing.  Perhaps what seemed likely now on down the road would be less the case in reality.  Who knew.  But at the very least it sounded as if it wasn't going to be an issue.  For now, at least.  Some other shiny object could always distract him and make him vanish into the ether like what happened to so many wolves, but it was impossible to tell if that would happen.

Then welcome, unless there are any more questions you have for me?  A slight tip of her head, but she took a step back from the borders as one might to let someone through a door.  She didn't know if he'd want a tour or anything like that either, but at least this was step one of however many.  And it hadn't seemed like she'd horribly failed her first time trying to accept people, huzzah!