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Her words confused him slightly. Vahva would only be joining Valhalla temporarily. That wasn't something he had frequently heard of wolves planning ahead of time. Typically they only left packs they joined if they became dissatisfied, or were driven out. Never had he met a wolf who had the intention of joining a pack then leaving it. He tilted his head slightly to the side and narrowed his eyes, preparing to ask for more information when it was offered voluntarily.



"Your own pack?" His words came with genuine curiosity. The girl was ambitious, and her plan seemed well thought out. He listened to the rest of her words, and her offer to him, with clear interest. He smirked as he thought of the possibilities if he helped. He could have some position of power, he could lead a pack of his own to his revenge. That would, of course, depend on her vision.



"Well, Vahva, the idea is certainly tempting... But I have to ask first, what are your intentions for this pack? What sort of ideals and laws, what sort of wolves would be welcome?" She clamored over her last words, obviously surprised at how much she had said. "Don't worry about it, you can't really think about anything this big too fast. I just have to know what I'd be getting into."