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thinking wasn’t knowing, he wanted to remind her, but instead the wildcat held his tongue and frowned thoughtfully at what she had to offer. there was something about her that seemed as though it belonged in the mix of pack-life. while she may have done well enough on her own, she did appear to be the type who would thrive among the blood and bond of wolves who had gathered together with a similar mindset. but then, who was he to tell her what type of wolf she was? if she had offered her own summary of him, he would have likely laughed it off and vanished from site shortly after. it wasn’t his place, and so he did not adopt it. instead, tusk peered at her with lightless yellow eyes and nodded his head once or twice.
 
“winter won’t ease, you are right,” he agreed with her with a solemn nod of his crown. then, a peculiar smile seemed to curl the dark leather of his lips. “but if you should survive it on your own, would that not make you a very capable beast?” tusk then inquired, tilting his head only just slightly to the left. it was something that he thought was worth taking pride in – the ability to exist in the harsh wilderness on your own. there were many who could not do it, and he was pleased to know that his place was among those who could.