Neverwinter Forest A bad penny always turns up.

She raised a skeptic eyebrow as Mal spoke to her; she wasn't so sure learning real quick was something this guy was capable of, but maybe he would surprise them. When Mal reminded the intruder of the danger he might have been in if he had wandered across a different pack's borders, her icy gaze slid back to the boy. Moonspear came to mind then, and she wondered if they would have even stopped to ask questions or just torn him apart—probably the latter; She might have have done the same had they not been distracted by that creature. 

The guy at least could hunt to some extent, or so he claimed. But another wolf to hunt was definitely something they could use; they had Caerus to feed and Aibreann's pups on the way. Hunting is a good place to start, she told the intruder. She didn't much care about where he had been; she doubted he had any useful information. But his willingness to learn at least gave me a few more points. She glanced to Mal, her expression implying an acceptance of the intruder if that was what he wanted. Her expression quickly changed to impatient as she looked back to the stranger. You didn't answer his first question, Simmik pointed out. Who are you?