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Vallkyrie remained both silent and observant as she stood and listened to the woman as she began to explain herself. It began with her lifting herself from the small rise which she rest upon, loosing her balance and nearly flopping back into the muck before regaining her posture. Knowing the other women's disposition, Vallkyrie did not use the same caution in herself as though the other woman were a threat, and instead an amount of concern took her - both for the wellbeing of the woman before her and her own hide. 

After a chuckle, she mentioned another pack which grouped with an ally and took out loners in their path. So that was three unfriendly packs then, already? Kyr could only be left to wonder if all three packs were so ruthless or that the woman before her happened to just have horrible luck. Vallkyrie was not certain but the women's advice would not fall on deaf ears. Thank you for your advice, I will be vigilant. She spoke, a frown tugging on her as she lifted as paw as though to move towards the woman as she began to cough. She had grown sick on top of her injuries, likely because of her weakened state. And where will you go? She wonders of this woman, out here all to herself.