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"There is no one who loves pain itself, who seeks after it and wants to have it, simply because it is pain..."

It was clear this wolf was not from Moladian if his scent was anything to go by, and his demeanor spoke of one not easy to trust others. She counted that as a good trait though, something to be respected. Trust too easily and you will get fooled. He was of respectable size as well and held himself like a fighter. Since she was a fighter at heart, she automatically looked for these signs even when she wasn't trying. It was built into her to look for strengths and weakness, things she would look for in an opponent. Scars riddled her skin to show that she'd done her share of battle, but she was still standing and proud to show off those scars cause each one made her a better fighter, learning from her mistakes and adapting her technique accordingly. She gave her name freely, knowing a name could only hurt you if you let it and her name wasn't what she fought for, not since the wolf who gave it to her abandoned her all those years ago.

She held herself like the alpha she was but kept her body language open and welcoming. Maybe the wolf would be looking for a home at some point. She would get to bring up Iromar and hold out the invitation if he was willing to give it a chance. His hackles rose and he stepped toward her but she didn't catch any open hostility in his muscles, at least not yet. She could tell he would be ready for retaliation to an attack at a moment's notice but she didn't come here to find an opponent. She came looking for life and hope for her slowly growing pack. At his words, she smirked, ears flicking back for a moment before she chuckled in a low tone. "Others may claim to own it as well but the history behind it is all mine, as is the future I'll make of it." She shrugged, watching alertly as his nostrils moved. She assumed he was taking in her pack scent, testing it, maybe wondering if she came alone. She refused to travel with something so tacky as a body guard. If she couldn't defend herself, then what kind of leader would she be?

He tilted his head before asking if she was of this land and she nodded her head. "I am originally from this land, yes. Born and raised in the swamps. I left for a few years to grow and sharpen my skills but blood runs thicker than water so I came back to check on my family and the land that made me." Her eyes focused intently on him, watching his every shift in weight. "This land is called Moladian, though there are many lands within it. Right now, you are standing in what is called Aplos Riverside, one of the free lands. Need more information?" Her lips twitched a little in humor. He probably wasn't used to having to ask for what he needed, but she was going to make him do it anyway. He seemed like a proud wolf. He could always turn her down but then he'd have to go about finding out the hard way and no one usually chose that willingly. A stranger should want to know the lands around him, and the wolves that encompassed it.

But would he trust her enough to supply that information or would he need her to show him as well?