Hoshor Plains You Should See me In a Crown

She's halted in her tracks by the shewolf's deadpanned greeting and gratefully drops the facade. 
"Oh thank the gods." She huffs. "Or I would if I believed in any. If I had to spit out one more sentence of that rediculus language I think I would chew my own tongue off." She rolls her eyes, her posture becoming a bit more normal. She still carried herself like a queen, but lost the sneakiness. "Straight to the point and cutthroat. Good. I like that." She supposed she should just get to the point, then. "I'm forming a pack up towards the coast, in the bleeding forest. Unfortunately, you need members to call yourself a pack- and two wolves just don't exactly cut it. You happen to be just the type I'm looking for. I can't offer much right now, but when we are settled...if you prove yourself I can offer you a leadership role."