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She blinked, astonished. What was Wren's pack like, if she was only now learning that scouting could actually be a profitable employment for a pack wolf? "Uh, of courthe!" She said, trying not to sound too bewildered. Her eyebrows lowered, but she smirked. "Girl, you can do whatevuh you want, tho long ath you can talk your way into it," She said with a coy roll of her shoulder and a chuckle. If nothing else, she hoped Wren might approach her leaders just for the sake of seeing how flexible they could be with trades. It sounded as though she had new motivation to try, at least. 

She gestured in a direction and Lilia's gaze lingered there for a moment. Toward the hills, she thought- though it could've been a meaningless movement. Not that Lilia intended to stalk Wren back to her pack but...The reference might be helpful. She winked, and stepped back to peacefully withdraw from the conversation as well. "I can hook you up, sure," She said. After all- she knew the way to the ocean, and knew wolves who could help her find some good eating along the coast as well. 'thafe thcoutin'," She said, before she turned, and waded back into the dark waters, and swam off, allowing the current to help carry her downstream.