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For a moment, the woman disappeared somewhere within herself, though the Regina did little to soften her posture. A moment later, she resurfaced and introduced herself, albeit a bit quickly. She nodded gently; Twitch. Interesting name, she thought. 

Was Twitch shy? She had some semblance of a sense of humour, though it seemed to fall into self-deprecation. A bit of modesty might be nice, considering that the Valley had no shortage of courage. She got the impression that Twitch was keen to join the first pack she found- if it truly hadn't taken much convincing, she'd willingly followed a stranger to his home. It also seemed as though Tvar had not interrogated her much before bringing her to the Valley- only now did he ask where her skills lay. 

An oversight on his behalf, she thought. Suppose now she admitted that she was a terrible hunter, and too much of a coward to defend the borders- there was a chance that Tvar could have brought a wolf that Ameline might see fit to turn away- and considering the night she'd just had, running to Swiftcurrent Creek and back, this could end up being a colossal waste of her time and energy. 

She chose not to educate Tvar in front of the stranger, lest it impact the pack's reputation. 

We do theem to have a coyote problem, but it will be remedied. She vowed. Ath for you; if yuh not a fighter, we can thtill find thomewhere that you fit. We need medicth, if you have any ekthperienthe healing. We will alwayth need hunterth, an' thoon we will need childcare. A trade can be found in thtory-telling, counthelling, thcouting...Any of thothe appeal to you at all? She asked.