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“Good eye” The Warlord said, pleased with how quickly she had gained an overall perception on the pack's defences. That would be an asset as a Diplomat. Any territory he sent her into, he would expect a succinct report on anything that could be important. “As a slave, I’d expect you to den near Basilisk for now. Once you’ve risen in ranks, you’ll be able to choose a different spot. Many of our dens are in warrens in the Col that are heated by molten rock that runs under the earth.” He explained as they reached the trees.

The path he took led them through the outskirts of the forest. They would make their way around the territory on a patrol route before heading inwards. “Have you left much family behind, Lefty?” It was important to know what competition there might be for her loyalty.

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