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In a way, it was affirming to hear that Wren had never been to the coast- it meant to Lilia that perhaps she was a good scout, and potentially knew more about ranging than the other wolf did. It didn't make her better, but it did make her feel better and she enjoyed that feeling. But she was generous when she was in a good mood, and Wren stoked her enthusiasm for the trade given the fact that she too appreciated what it was like to roam. 

"Sure, if it'th yuh job, you can take thome leave an' go out an' exthplore a bit," She said. "I'm a pack wolf too. Tho long ath everythin'th goin' alright at home, I can go out an' thcout. It'th worth it, in the long wun. Takin' track of herd movement-th, meetin' other wolvth, gettin' to know where the other packth are..." She said. She was certain she wouldn't have to sell Wren too much on the value of a pack having a scout, but she was plenty happy to volunteer some arguments, should Wren need some to present to her own alpha. 

"The coatht ith totally worth the travel," She said with a nod. "Goeth on an' on in two directionth forever. An' the theafood ith tuh die for," She said, eyes rolling back a bit to accentuate her point.