It seemed like everyone they met was so very tiny. Or maybe they were just tiny in comparison. After all, where others were very small, the MacRieve Brothers were very not. This one though; she was small in both height and weight. She was a petite thing, half their size at best. Will wondered if she knew how to fight if the worst case scenario rolled around. He quickly dismissed the idea though. She didn't seem to know how to fight, even the idea of it might seem foreign to her. It was incredibly stupid, therefor, in Will's mind, for her to be traveling alone. Indeed- she smelled of other places. Other, not-Moladion places. She might be trained like an assassin, he mused. She was tiny enough to be nonthreatening, the perfect disguise for a hidden killer. Or she could be trained as a merc. Using Guerrila tactics instead of just brute force. Of course, both of these would require her to be stronger than she looked; or not, if she was fast enough to rip a throat out before the real fighting started. And of course, unless she was reluctant to use those skills she might have had, she didn't seem like she was a fightmonger. She seemed easily scared, and her tail and barely strong words confirmed it. She needed someone to teach her to fight; and it would not be Will.

"You doona say." Will couldn't just let a remark like her first slip by.

He did, however, slightly like -admire- the fact that she tried to hard to make her voice strong. A little more practice and she'd get it down.

Body language, on the other hand, gods did she need help.


"Good question, tiny lass." He looked to his twin. He himself didn't have a good answer. They simply followed her scent out of curiosity. They hadn't know what they would do when they found her. Chat, probably. They would never dream of taking advantage of a femme. While they may be less than honorable in most things, attacking females and pups was one thing they would never do. Unless, of course, a female attacked them first or they had a reason of that caliber. He didn't know how she survived without some form of skills, unless she traveled with another. Her coat also smelled of other wolves; in particular a female his brother and he knew. Against his will, Will thought of this wolf as a little sister though he'd be damned if he ever admitted it aloud. Even though he knew Baltair felt the same.

"She knows Jagger," He comment to his brother, thinking that id this one knew they shared an ally she would be less prone to having a heart attack

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