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While Leta was busy appraising him, Dragomir was looking her over, as well. Soft mocha fur, a dainty build, a slash of black across the middle of her back. Leta was a comely sort, certainly different from the strong forms of the Moonspear females. Honestly, it was a breath of fresh air. Wolves weren't made to be constantly preparing for battle and threats and he only realized it upon seeing the figure of a wolf whose life didn't revolve around those concepts. They were hunters, not warriors. They were social creatures who defended what was theirs, not conquerors to take and take and take. Leta must've come from a pack that valued what it was to truly be a wolf rather than Moonspear, which seemed to value mostly strength. Not that the sudden dawning of this thought shook his loyalty at all.

Blinking slowly, the boy cast a look over his shoulder at the granite peaks of Moonspear and nodded once. Yes, that's Moonspear, he confirmed. Before he could ask what business Leta of Easthollow had with the Spear, she was already supplying the answer. To the point. Dragomir approved of her readiness in this regard and relaxed completely. If she was any sort of threat, he believed she'd be more guarded about her intentions. My name's Dragomir. From Moonspear, yup. I haven't met Nikai or Alya myself, he shared, but I've heard of them. They definitely live here. Would you like an escort?

Gentle and well meaning though she appeared, even though Dragomir saw no reason to deny her entry, he knew better than to think Hydra would approve of Leta showing up without a pack wolf at her side. He was happy to play the part. I was gonna take this back for the caches anyway, he revealed, toeing the rabbit's corpse momentarily. The desire to be a gentleman nearly had him offering it to her, but his loyalty ran deep, and she had her own pack to provide for her. Plus, he was sure they could spare something a bit less fresh from their caches if she was who she claimed to be.