Redhawk Caldera She Deceives, He's Naïve. [iC Joining]

So it was decided. She was to vacate the premises without a single bit of aid, and the so-called doctor was accepting of this. He had tried, Basilie supposed, with his attempt to plead for her - but he had failed. It wasn't too much of a bother for the wanderer (although the prospect of going without should have made her speak up sooner); she had no intention of sticking around as per the original bargain, after all. This trip wasn't an entire waste either - Basilie now knew there was a pack here, and they were strong and healthy enough to be expecting children in the spring. File that away among the other tidbits she had gathered thus far, and it was well worth the chatter from the yellow wolf.

But, she couldn't really leave just yet. While Ashton deferred and prostrated for the red wolf, Basilie watched with care. And then when Ashton cleared his throat and spoke, Basilie intervened. I will be fine on my own. No need to send a babysitter. Perhaps that would earn her some points from the fiery woman. I have heard that there are other places - other packs which I can visit for potential aid. Although... The woman paused in her speech and furrowed her brow, looking deliberately concerned. I am in a strange new place. Could either of you give me a general direction?

This was the opposite corner of the wilds from where she entered, and if Basilie was correct in her knowledge, Hadrian's little cult would be around here somewhere. The woman ducked her head in a little bow, dropping her eyes from Fox's figure so that she was looking to the soil beneath her feet. My survival is of no concern to you, I know this, but I would owe you a debt of gratitude for the assistance. Okay, maybe she was playing it up a little too much; but the golden boy was idealistic, and the red woman wanted her gone - Basilie assumed the proposition would appeal to them both.