Perhaps it was fate that made their paths cross, perhaps it was something else entirely. Their mutual desires to keep secrets and trust each other to know this fact about each other lined up nearly too well. Inanna’s attention was caught by his vague comments, answers and questions. The corner of her lips turned up in humorous grin. Together they were so vague she felt as though they could nearly speak plainly with each other and still keep their own secrets either with each other or with themselves. The thought made the white wolfess chuckle for a moment to herself before focusing on him again, now with a different understanding.

Inanna grinned ruefully at his words. The gods and fates had aligned perfectly. Her purpose had been gathering disguises for sneaking into the lands of Iromar, collecting others who would help with dethroning the scum that sullied the land. It would have been a perfect match, to test her theories and creations. Her ear twisted in concern and for a moment her face fell. If her concoctions were not as potent as they could be, or if even a small telling trace could be scented from him his cover could be destroyed and he in danger. She would never wish to be the cause of a failed task, or for the harm of a pack mate. Particularly to a pack she had just recently re-vowed her loyalty to. Instead, she nodded as her thoughts flickered through her various plans and mixtures. Yes. I will prepare what I can for you to cover your outside. We can’t have who you are discovered. She already had faith he would be able to be sneaky of mind and story, their tight-lipped encounter with each other proving they could both hold their own when faced with secret tasks and hidden missions. Follow me. She said with a resolute nod, already landing which musk and flower filled den she could take him to whose potency would be enough to mask the salt of the seaside pack.