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There was a layer here that was flying over her head.

Soto. Detective. Promotion.

Trailhawk only blinked big yellow eyes, not unlike an observing owl. Perhaps fitting that her head swiveled from wolf to wolf like one too.

Regardless, it seemed it was being left up to her to decide if trade would be made.

Okay, She finally pushed herself back into the conversation. What trade? What is not much? It was too vague an offer for her to immediately decide if it was worth it.