Big Salmon Lake part of a system, a plan. [m-ish]

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And as easily as that, she struck a bargain of sorts with the broad lone wolf. A small smile flirted with her lips, but it was quickly replaced by a wider grin when Viggo approached. She didn't notice the flare of his hackles, and readily approached to bump him with her shoulder.

A friend, she assured him, turning back to Andrus. He has agreed to help me in exchange for food and amenities. She paused for just a moment, waiting to see whether the mercenary would add anything or whether Viggo would question her need for help, but she couldn't hold it in any longer.

I killed an Alpha, she brightly informed her travelling companion with the expectation that he would take the news somewhat better than Andrus had. Though the deeper toned wolf hadn't outwardly spoken against her claim, and had thrown his lot in with her all the same, she hoped that the Ostrega would be more understanding of what she considered reality. She was already dying so I did them a favour, really, by getting rid of her. Her place is mine now, by natural law. He is going to help us secure the pack. Then she smiled, showing no indication that she regretted drowning Jinx whatsoever... A clear indication that her moral compass might not have pointed steadily north after all.