Lion Head Mesa Sit down beside me and stay awhile

Dragoon felt an eerie shiver, like someone was watching them. With the rain heavy around, it was hard to distinguish any particular scents, and she didn't see anything in particular. Nontheless, the feeling remained. It gave a rather unsettling guard.

The strangers voice broke that concentration, but didn't let it show. She continued maintaining a focused attitude, while patiently listening to her recruitment ad, "Yeah, sorry miss, but i'm only a mercenary." The ghost shook her head, at the offer. It was an oddity that wolves in these lands continued to seek out subordinates , firstly was the brown, curly tail man, and now the silver woman.

"I'm for temporary hire, not a forever member."

Which was her usual line, however, Dragoon only was specifically hired for those within packs. She found it difficult to believe a loner could provide protection, and a large amount of food. It felt simply more comfortable when surrounded by guarded land- without needing the drama between the members. If she felt differently, the Mercenary wouldn't be what she is, either an eternal loner, or a pack member.