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Willingly, the fawn bear of a wolf supplied him with her name, and the name of the place- or pack- she had come from. He noticed, of course, what he thought was either pride or affection for the place she spoke of, which was reassuring. To hear a wolf come from another land and speak only with spite meant that they likely came from a bad situation- and could potentially be a liar or trouble. But Shilloh, instead, seemed to regard her birthplace with a fair amount of dignity and fondness. He might speak the same, of the lands he had come from- and knew better than to assume that all those who wandered from a cherished homeland did so because something bad had happened. He had travelled as he had wanderlust- he suspected the same might be true of the female who identified herself as a warrior. 

He had to wonder, though, what Kukutux might think of a woman who wanted to be a warrior. Within the pack, there were two established circles- the men who were the hunters and guardians, and the women who were the keepers of lore and stories, those who practiced the arts, and who kept peace within the pack. He had not been told yet what his leaders might think of a wolf who came to the pack, who might fit into a different circle. Adrastus, though, was not one to deny a wolf from their destiny, and still believed that males and females could choose the roles which suited them best. In this situation, though- it seemed as though her desires and skills might conflict with what he knew to be the typical way of things in Moonglow. He was still learning of course- and would have to defer to his superiors. 

"I see." Yes, it was quite obvious that she would make a warrior; she had the size and muscles for it. He had no qualms with her becoming a guardian of the pack, so long as Kukutux and Sialuk were also comfortable with Shilloh existing within a trade more commonly pursued by the men. "What draw you to our home? Have you heard of Moonglow before?" He asked.