i know every single face 'round here

"No."

Wren was upfront and honest to others most times, and this was no exception. She shook her head. "Armada is housing us in the Cove. We'd be allies when the pack is formed, but they're offering us a place to sleep and mingle for the time being" She eyed Sybil shrewdly, a mischievous glint in her eyes "you won't get free handouts though" she warned the pale girl "but if you can find me, I don't mind catching you more fish."

A throwback to their previous encounter. Wren didn't mind hunting for others, but she wasn't going to sour her relationship with Armada due to some laidback wolves. Sybil would be expected to do something with her time at the Cove. "What are your skills, though?" she asked "we didn't get a chance to really talk about that, last time." Wren wanted to know for the sake of making ranks. Sybil had so much potential.

That's what she thought anyway.

"Speech"