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The boy didn't notice the mental block that formed for Bat, but he did squint as she stammered about seeking answers. Revui wasn't a skilled recruitment tool for any pack — he'd never convinced anyone to join Moonspear, but defended the borders liberally as his skills centered around being a guardian. He didn't realize what he was about to say might've been taboo to anyone outside of Kiwi's claim; it seemed right to him, at least, to answer the questions honestly.

Kiwi lays claim to a small mountain, he explained, thinking of Moonspear and comparing the two peaks out of habit, filthy with bias. North, almost to the coast. It is called Nova Peak. The oncoming battle would be for some other place but Revui was not up-to-speed (nor focused enough to care about—) the plans that his superior had set in place. He'd come when called, spill some blood, and maybe linger if there was something beneficial in it for him. Perhaps he could convince this stranger to do the same.

She seeks warriors. Are you skilled in battle?