Hoshor Plains grinning

Normally, honesty wasn't so off-putting but from Merrick, she wasn't reassured. Perhaps he was, truly, mad. He fitted the title like a cloak about his shoulders, as one might burrow into a security blanket. Honesty, she thought, was supposed to make wolves more trustworthy, but she'd never considered that someone might lay claim to their madness as he did. 

Naturally, then, she assumed he was merely putting on a show. He mentioned his pack and seemed to be fishing for her interest. "Ursus, like the bear?" She asked, but didn't exactly wait for an answer. "Wot if I am? Are ye so desperate for more family ye'd ask a rogue like me to join?" She remarked, but her tone was jousting. She meant to be more self-deprecative than insulting. Again, she left little time for him to answer before she continued. "Sure. Show me yer valley, let me meet yer kin, an' let me decide if'n I want to join yer bear-pack, Merrick," She obliged.