Big Salmon Lake open up your skull, i'll be there

the stranger corrects her, clarifying that it is not a place he seeks but a job. praimfaya considers this for a moment, frostbound gaze studious as it touches upon him closer than the quick assessment initially given. not a place but a job. thus, the commander knows he does not seek a territory and assumes in that line of thought that it is not a pack he seeks either. a job. she considers the phrasing again, wondering if he is some kind of baunhonta — a bounty hunter. or perhaps he is a mercenary and would rather pledge his skills and avoid the messy complications of pack life.

what kind of job do you seek? the commander inquires with unbidden curiosity, figuring it is better to inquire than leave herself to her assumptions.