Phoenix Maplewood and damage her very soul?

as far as praimfaya sees, is privy to at the very least, mahler approves of the information she lays out before him. she's proud of what she's learned, that she's been ( in her mind ) thorough with her tracking of the two herds that were ample food resources for rivenwood. both herds would keep the pack fed well, providing no other packs swooped in to hoard them — though she has not travelled too terribly far from the general area she knows there is no pack that can claim to be immediate neighbors to mahler's rivenwood.

praimfaya favors silence; offering a small, sage nod as he comments that the information will be useful to rivenwood. she has surmised as much herself while in the process of collecting it. she is about to mention she caught no wind of the lost boy when mahler offers her a place in rivenwood.

to say it comes as a surprise is an understatement. her words of the lostboy flit away, like mischievous willo'wisps upon the wind and for a moment, the wanheda stares at mahler blankly as she tries to wrap her mind 'round the offer. it's a good one, and it would make her future leadership lessons ( providing there were more ) immeasurably easier than requiring them to meet elsewhere at a specific time.

i accept. praimfaya speaks as her brain ceases to lag and she weighs the pros and cons of it. surely, trust was still an issue between them but there was no better way to build it then taking the first babysteps. this was an olive branch, a baby step. thank you, mahler. she says then, quiet with a dip of her head in respect.