Deepwood Weald Oh, and she never gives out

From what he said, Lilia was able to parse more than what she'd been told. He was a wandered, one who loved to roam. He was a skillful wolf, and that was how he kept himself valuable. He marketed himself by being friendly, and getting back from a pack whatever it was that he'd offered them. A salesperson, but an honest one. His storytelling skills made him personable, well-spoken. He could be useful, especially if she were to ask him to do what she was doing-

-glean information from other wolves. 

Now, he became even more valuable in her eyes, but only if she could get him to really play ball. "That ith very intereth-ting, Alaric," She complimented. "It mutht be tho freeing, travelling and meeting tho many different wolvth. You are thmart to deal with tradeth; an to make yourthelf valuable with them." He had qualities Lilia would like to see more of in herself. But the storytelling she'd leave to him- she didn't need that. "Tho you don't have a home, then? No pack to return toath a thort of...Home bathe?"