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"I guess that makes sense, if you like it that way." She said, though her tone spoke that she really didn't understand it. To Vienna, sticking to one's own pack and never reaching out to those beyond seemed incredibly dull. She loved her packmates, but to only interact with the same 10ish wolves all the time? So much wasted opportunity!

"So is a Jarl the same as an Alpha? Or is there more to it?" She was curious as to his accent, the strange title, and the culture that both spoke of. Obviously it was foreign to her own knowledge. She wasn't sure how into sharing he was, but it had never hurt before to ask. If he hailed from lands far beyond these, as his way of speaking would suggest, then perhaps sometime she could hear about them. The chronicler in her yearned for some good heritage to explain the intriguing accent.