Horizon Ridge jenny would dance with her ghosts

Assuming in this post there is some kind of Basilica scent on his pelt but please let me know if that is wrong <3

He was dreadfather. She found the title strange, figuring it some kind of pack title. Perhaps he led the pack that’s scent he carried so strong on his pelt. It brought more questions than he seemed willing to answer. “It is an interesting name.” She offered simply, still keeping herself guarded… still disgusted by Colt’s demand for sex as payment for a meal that she helped them take down to begin with… still untrusting of those around her as a result.
 
“I am… priestess… I weave fates... interpret between the gods and wolf.” She stated, explaining in the awkward common tongue and hoping that she had found the correct translation for what she was when she was explaining it to him.