Katja listened intently to what the woman was saying - how she was saying it as much as the words she spoke, the cadence of the language beginning to be remembered. As the woman stopped speaking, she nodded slowly. "Very passionate for this pack are you, yes? Your voice, your speaking tells me. That is good."
She thought a moment, then asked, "Small group - raiders? Or new pack, just begun?" A legitimate question, as there were many very small "packs" that operated as raiding groups rather than true packs. She had spoken of nobility, but that did not completely rule out raiders - simply made it a little less likely, and it would behoove her to know what to expect were she to have dealings with this group in the future, as she would make different demands of one group over another.
"Are many packs in this land in this way... ah, put together? Or is unique?" Experience had told her that most packs had a similar structure as far as the organization went, with only the names and rules differing in most, but she had no wish to taken by surprise if this land were an exception to that. "What makes Ebony set-apart?"
The thought of joining this pack had crossed her mind more than once in their short conversation. The reasonings for joining a pack were sound, but it was not a decision to be undertaken lightly. It would do her search no good were she to be trapped in a restrictive heathen pack that had no respect for her body or beliefs, but would use her simply as another pawn.
"Speech"
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