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Name's Neasa, she replied, once again choosing to introduce herself with her given name, rather than the nickname given to her by family as a child (even though it was likely more fitting). The second question was less impressive, considering every wolf knew (or should have known) what the offer was. Camaraderie, a marginally safer place to rest your head. Y'know, the usual. Cyclone didn't give two toots if this wolf rejected her, but she didn't want to waste her time trying to convince somebody who did not want to be convinced.

You got any skills to offer? she asked anyway. Might as well get the ball rolling since the conversation was already happening. A few minutes chatting surely wouldn't set her back too much. Besides, maybe in doing so she would at least put a pin in the other girl's mind as to where she was from so that she'd know where to go if she did seek the comfort of a pack.