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His words were met with silence. Tonravik misinterpreted his question to be a rhetorical one, and so she does not agree or disagree. Perhaps it was clear to him regardless. He continues to talk, leaving little room for her to respond as he goes on. Tekovaca. An interesting name. Of what origin it was, she could not be sure. You do not know me... he goes on, finishing with a flourish: a pity. Tonravik withheld a snort. Was he so sure that it was a pity? It was clear he held confidence in himself. Still, he was not one to cut to the chase.

She already knew he desired to join. That had been clear when he had sang with them, who would be the most powerful pack to come to fruition within these lands. And so she gave him a pointed stare that spoke more than words could: what can you offer.