Katja maintained her impassive mask as she listened to the woman speak. Her rank did nothing to impress Katja - she had worked for, and killed, and raided from many alphas, most more physically imposing than the slim girl before her. Likewise, she knew not to discount her based on her size, for that was a fatal mistake many wolves had made concerning Katja herself. Nor did she entirely trust the wolf's explanation as to why she had come. The facts seemed to fit her having come for a swim to cool off, but it was not Katja's way to make assumptions of innocence. Still, she would reserve judgement for now. "The sea provides much, Raisa Xanilov," she agreed. "Not to claim these lands do I seek these answers, but to know is to guard from folly. Katja Finnvi am I."
The pack this Raisa claimed to lead interested Katja. She'd had no real contact with a wolf of these lands, and knew disconcertingly little about the political and diplomatic structure of the packs here. The lack of knowledge disturbed her, for it could be that if she could not return home soon she would need to join one of the packs so that she could better concentrate on her search, rather than simple survival. Not a social wolf by nature, Katja was nonetheless aware of the worth of a pack. "I would know more of this Ebony," she spoke, her usual blunt manner enhanced by her lack of practice with the language.
"Speech"
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