The game finally seemed to die out for good, and Apache believed himself as the victor. Not very crushing of a victory, but a victory is a victory. Her remark about her size relative to problems made Apache chuckle. Funny how she put it, though Apache never ran or hide: he would be tactical, cunning, and then once he learned how he should tackle the problem, he tackled it. He did not swing blindly: he swung with breathtaking precision. I suppose everyone has a good way to deal with their problems, even if they are different. That was Apache's last remark on the subject.

His focus came to the next part of their conversation, about the offer. Apache was pleased with the fact that she showed interest. She was soon standing up, though she was still amusingly short, and then she lashed her tail out, which happened to brush right against Apache's face. It made Apache feel a little flustered, but he rid himself of the feeling to rise up and walk next to her. She began to speak of the offer, showing extended interest. This was good. Perhaps Apache had finally found a recruit?

Well, d'Mani, Apache began, using her real name is order to show his seriousness of the subject (and unlike her, actually looked at her while speaking, except for the occasional glance to where we was walking), A new pack is being built. This pack will be a place of peace and prosperity, but that doesn't mean we won't be the strongest. We'll be able to hold our own in this pack. My offer is, do you want to be part of the creation of this pack? Apache paused for a moment, letting it sink in for her before continuing, What I want from you is your contribution to the prosperity of the pack, nothing else.