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It appears this youth doesn't speak, or speak often, at least.
Her gaze found him again after looking at the bones for a moment, noticing fully the scars on his muzzle. 

"You are close to my pack's claim. Do you need somewhere to stay?" The grandmaster asked. Her voice was firm yet gentle. He didn't look too skinny, so she supposed he wasn't faring horribly on his lonesome. 
Still, the offer was there.