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Bat shrugged a shoulder in reply. She wondered if she would form stronger opinions once they got going or if she'd want to stay hands off and let Tristan steer the ship entirely. Right now, their pack was more hypothetical than anything else. Maybe once it became more real, she'd feel more invested in its shaping.

Although he didn't want to borrow their ideas, he wanted more more intel on the pack she'd mentioned. "I know a little bit about it," Bat said, "but I can find out more, scope out the other packs in the area too, if you want." She laughed at his japes about blackmail, taking them as just that: jokes.

"I'll actually head out again soon, maybe find some actual recruits and not ghosts and ghost towns," Bat mused in the next breath, running her tongue over her teeth as she thought of her foray at the bay. "Hey, think I could find that Breccan guy again? I bet he'd fit in with us."