Deepwood Weald Some say the end is near

a little thoughtful hm slips free as she shifts her weight- eyeing him curiously. there's an immature but definitely present want to retain this information and refuse to share it with him out of the pure interest to see how he'd take that. it's a stubborn click, a displeasure to give something up just because she was asked. but alas she bites it back, perhaps sensing an itch to him- recognising one that would resort to violence at the drop of a needle. it wasn't what she really wanted, not right now at least. running her tongue over pearly fangs- she lifts pale shoulders in an effortless shrug. "moved last time i heard" she could tell him where, could tell him they just wanted to stalk her pack but frankly- why should she. he wasn't her buddy, she answered his question. 

he does introduce himself though so that's a start and she must admit she's pleased when he adds more than just a name. a name is a fickle, useless thing really. it could be his real one, it could be a fake one but either way it was nothing but a way of identifying oneself as something different from any other wolf. a title on the other paw, that's what she really sought when asking for an introduction but rarely received. any interest that might've faded from the conversation returns with the prick of pale ears. mercenary for hire? her head tilts to the side in a tiny, bird like movement. memories shifted uneasily in the depths of her mind but for the moment she remained above them- they wouldn't hinder her now. still...it was definitely interesting to hear. before she can question him on it, he asks for her to return the gesture. fair, "tundra, of blackfeather woods" she doesn't bother with telling him she's one of its leaders, failing to find any relevance to the title right now. out here rank meant nothing. 

she steps closer now, paws drifting lightly over the earth so the space between them is somewhat smaller. slowing now her gaze swoops over him as a small smile tugs at her own black lips. soft, lilting tones slip free to ask; "so you're saying if i wanted to get rid of someone without getting my paws dirty you'd do it?" a brow arches, memories pushing harder at their boundaries at this fresh, unexpected ammunition granted unknowingly by this man. "what's the catch?"