Careful is the might

The girl spoke up enthusiastically as soon as Katja finished speaking, and Katja sat back and just let the flood of words wash over her. Her silver gaze continued to stare neutrally at her, tracking every nuance of her movements and expressions. She listened, watched, and considered her reply until finally the stranger's words ceased. Katja was quiet a moment herself before she spoke, letting the silence stretch between them.

"No."

The single blunt word crackled through the quiet, but Katja had not shifted from her coolly neutral expression. "I am not interested in an alliance. I do not know you and have no reason to trust a rogue charlatan. I have a pack to run and I do not care to waste my time with such a fool idea. Is that all?"

Though her posture made it clear she was through with the conversation, she did not move from her position - she would not leave her borders unguarded while a confidence artist loitered there.