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She slips forward slowly. Something in his worldly tenor and measured speech tell her to tread carefully. Or perhaps it is the muscles of his chest that can so easily command control that persuades caution.

But not enough of it from her, who sees the clear value in the aid of this strong stranger. And she does not think Gunnar nor Taktuq would disagree. Though his presence has incited an idea, one he may find mutually rewarding if she can phrase it right.

She loops around him once, more to see his reaction than judge anything else, but she is surprised to find youth still in his face as she returns to align their eyes.

“What is your name, traveler? And how do you propose to contribute to the upkeep of our pack?”