When the price is right...

The female was quiet, kind, and yet a simple sort of secretive that if most got on her bad side, that her fighting spirit would come out. Aislin liked this, and it caused a smirk to lift to her lips. The fire eyed woman listened carefully as the ghost like sound of her voice slipped past her lips again in response to her announcement. Aislin nodded in response, and had at least one question in mind. "You take any wolf in, no matter their alignment. Why? What purpose do you see in them? Out of curiosity of course." Aislin had no need to explain her reasoning for her curiosity unless asked for it, and thus kept it simple. In honesty, the pack taking in anyone and everyone, and then being lax about it and the stuff they did outside the pack, was way out of norm and at the same time, intriguing.

In no way would Aislin's father react in the same way. Aislin came from a pack that was strict as a dictatorship, but murdered others if they didn't follow pack rules. "Better to kill the weak than starve the strong" was the main motto her father used. Aislins mother tended to encourage the weaker which helped, but eventually their fear got the best of them and they either died days later, or simply ran from the pack and got hunted down or somehow managed to escape, or died fighting. Aislin was glad those that could get away did in the least, secretly of course. However, due to her fathers influence, she had a little bit of him she wished she could get rid of. No point in worrying about that now. Perhaps a new change in a new structure would work those kinks out.

Another question sparked her mind. "How do you like it here?I heard Jupiter was lax a little bit as far as what you do outside the pack as long as you don't bring it back internally, so I often wonder how that affects the pack structure if such events were to occur internally, for example; a pack member mating with another pack member. How would she handle such a thing?"This might be a question for Jupiter to answer, but she figured if the white ghost could at least partially answer it to the best of her ability, that it would suffice. Aislin kept her tail wrapped around her toes protecting them and more or less warming them some. With the weather, the ground was often colder in different places than she was used to.
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