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An unexpected ally in his words, only half-intelligible to her yet clear in their meaning, but Antha has never been one to question good fortune. Alone, she would have stood some chance; with another at her side, she is confident victory is attainable. Battle has never been the witch's strong suit, but she is a wolf, a creature fashioned for the clashing of wills in an endless struggle for survival.
Yes, The agreement comes without hesitation, a new light sparking behind her eyes now with the promise of imminent conflict. She is no warrior in her own mind, not truly — but perhaps she might rethink the assumption, if she knew of the sort of wolves on the pale stranger's mind. Kattardýr — The word is strange on her tongue, not quite coming out the same way she'd heard it, but she echoes the sounds with confidence. You know of this creature. It is foreign to me. An invitation, an unspoken request for whatever knowledge he has to share. They'll need it.