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the woman smiles lightly at his confidence, dipping her muzzle. she hoped so; only time would tell. 

her expression grows somber at his admittance, she remembers the bloodied grief of that day. her chest tightens, though she admits, "I think so. I was in the area not long ago, there were markers, scents there." she could not imagine what she'd feel should stranger claim silvertip, where her father's bones lay buried. it felt almost as bad as another group on the plateau. it stood as a relic to what had been, wolves she'd loved had lived and died there. she decided then she'd go back, sometime soon, and confirm it. 

she sighs. but there's still an offer she wants to make, and so, "you were a friend of moringside, and easthollow too. if you need it, our borders are open to you," she offers. he probably has some purpose here besides falling in with a pack, as he'd mentioned. but it feels right to make the offer, even if he never need to accept. they exchange a few more words, and then the huntress takes her leave, intent on following the deer a little while longer before heading back north.