Moonlit Stroll

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She nodded slowly as she took it in, unsurprised that she had once lived in her natal pack (from the sounds of it) to seek a future elsewhere. So you have roamed alone for a time? she asked with a tilt of her head while her eyes remained trained onto the white wolf's features.

No matter the answer, she had more questions. Insofar, she found this wolf respectable enough and perhaps a good fit for their pack. While she did not yet know a great deal about her, time and a few well-aimed questions was sure to change that. What sort of skills do you have? Any outside of basic survival and instinct, of course, she asked as well; they were suddenly in a deficit of healers where they had once had two, and she always fancied more strong wolves of any kind really.