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He did not balk at the contact, and the moment the she-wolf had placed her scent upon him so intricately she had allowed his space once more, her eyes falling upon his ashen features. His name was interesting – she would have questioned the origin, yet refrained. It mattered little in the end. “I’m Lethe,” she offered in turn, her figure sweeping down to recline upon the snow.

She knew very little of the male before her, but she already trusted him more than her other charges. Lecter and Clarice – as comforting as it was to have the familiarity of them within her ranks – were two wolves she did not trust, and likely never would. The longevity of their stay was already longer than she had anticipated, but perhaps the Shaman was biding his time to return to his Mambo, Jinx Kesuk.

“Do you have any specialties then? How is it you will keep yourself from idling within these borders?” With a nod in the direction of the den site, the regal began to lope away – her request for him to follow not spoken aloud. It was rare she accompanied a new joiner to her ranks back, but the youthful wolf intrigued her; he would be of use to her somehow.