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She thought for a moment. She could negotiate with Damien an alliance with whatever pack this wolf chose if she was already in one. So long as it wasn't Moonspear, though she'd recognise the scent of those dogs from miles away. 
"Immunity from the Melonii. An alliance, if you please." It may be something this wolf would be interested in, especially if she was new to a pack. Or it may allow easy access to one. Either way, Flicker would deem it a good trade. It wasn't like she was asking for her to go inside the woods and pantomime as a member. Just perhaps talk with a few of them, make friends. Get on the good side.

"Feel free to put anything on the table." She sat, entertaining a small smile for the woman who, to her credit, was rather good. Taking this in her stride and making sure she wasn't left on the underhand. "Of course, I trust you have a neutral relationship with them." Her gaze turned sharper, daring her to give away any detail that she may be a snitch.