Blacktail Deer Plateau catch a hot one!

The dark female acknowledged the presence of her companion with a nod and a drop in her stomach. Nausea almost consumed her for a moment, for she had said nothing on the way home from her little skirmish in Neverwinter Forest, and neither of the two had spoken since; she sighed quietly, thinking that after this little event was over that she should pull Ariston aside and speak to him.

Hawkeye looked over the wolves more carefully this time as the greasy-looking male went over the names. She felt as if his intentions weren't exactly genuine or saintly, but figured that he could do no harm to her while he was on her lands. An entire pack of wolves would be there in mere moments if either her or Ariston called, especially if it was one of desperation.

"Hello, Raheeeerah," the dark charcoal she-wolf spoke, elongating the "ee" sound as he did; she figured it was just the way he spoke (since he had done the same with her name), but she wanted to have a little fun. "What is this 'merit' you speak of?" She looked sideways to the blind woman in front of her. "If I accept you, I expect you to hold your own. I have another blind wolf in the pack and he is held to the same standards as everyone else here, no pity or special treatment." Hawkeye mostly felt this way since she had her own disability, but she did not disclose this fact to strangers. Only a handful of people knew this about her, those she trusted.

She gave a look to Ariston (with a raised eyebrow), as if saying "anything to add?" He was one of her higher ranking wolves, and figured that if she missed anything important to mention, he would be there to back her up; another reason, though, was she did not want the wolves in front of her thinking that the fluffy male was weak in any way. They were the ones the three were requesting food, shelter, and protection from the world, not the other way around.

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