Moonspear Everyone sees what you appear to be

"Depends on, what is that you need," Norah replied, smiling and looking the leader up and down again, as if the rough sketch she had painted in her mind, needed finishing. Well, in a way it did. If this was the man she was going to call her king and ruler for quite some time, his profile had to be neat and precise. 

"You are too kind, sir," she shook her head lightly, when he indirectly praised her for her ability to survive. The term "lone wolf" had a broad range of definitions. Yes, Norah had not been affiliated with any packs, since she had left the one she had been born and raised in. But at the same time she had had temporary connections and arrangements with either other loners or some vagabond groups with a loose hierarchy. 

"I am a decent hunter and can sustain myself very well," that was not a lie, otherwise she would not be standing here. "And I take great interest in studying people - you may call me an advisor and a diplomat," she said. "I prefer honest discussions over brutal fighting, but I am not above violence, if it's, what required of me," she finished.