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He offered to talk and she offered a kind smile in return, though she had no intention of taking him up on his offer to talk about it. “I… prefer not to talk about it.” She offered quietly, as if lost in thought over it for a moment before she shook her head to shake herself out of it. It was all a part, until she could discern this pack and it’s primary motives, she would be on her highest guard, playing the character she thought they wished to see. Perhaps with time that could change, but she knew it could also be dangerous for her to play her hand so soon.
 
She let out a sigh of relief at the words and he chuckled. An arranged marriage would not have worked out well for her, and if she had been told otherwise, she likely would have turned and run on the spot. Teya. Raven. Leader. She saved that information in her mind as well before he questioned what she was good at. It was a standard question, and one that she had a truly honest answer for. “In my birth pack, I was a skilled tracker. I tracked herds across the lands and organized hunts, usually a chaser for larger prey. I also know quite a bit about herbs, particularly which ones not to eat.” She knew of poisons, the illusion there in a friendlier light. “I also helped rear children in my spare time.” Her mother had another litter after she and her littermates, so she had spent quite a bit of time with them as well.