Whitefish River but even if we won't admit it to ourselves

There was interest. He listened as he explained how the canyon had been his homeland and Ryzhov hummed, saving the information to report back to the Pakhan… He offered help… he offered assistance in their plot to drive the military pack out. His only interest was the girl, getting the little bitch back. At the question of numbers, there was a soft sigh. He would never betray his friend, nor the assumed state of his condition that Ryzhov had slowly been leaning into.
 
“Right now we are a part of three… we have just begun recruitment efforts.” He explained, not wanting to sound weak… merely, just beginning this enterprise. There was the roman who served as a new recruit, his commander, and himself but that was all. “Do you have numbers?” He posed back, wondering though he caught no scents on the other man, if he knew of friends who could help.