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The other wolf listened, at least to some degree, as Cyclone rambled on. She offered her response, which seemed to be in agreement with everything that the Blackthorn had laid out for her. That was reassuring, but it seemed entirely possible she was just being agreeable to be agreeable. Not all wolves were apt to give their true opinions... especially to a stranger. The other wolf also sprinkled in a bunch of made-up words that Cyclone didn't recognize, and she squinted each time one was said, trying to gather from context what she was trying to get across.

Neasa nodded thoughtfully, returning her attention to the canyon below. I don't know if it'll work, she admitted. But lord knows I'm gonna try. And what's the worst that'll happen, eh? That was rhetorical, of course. Name's Cyclone, by the way. And yours? It didn't seem like the other wolf was going to push her off the ledge for her whacky ideas, so maybe she might come along for the ride.