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He was visiting Valinta? That would explain why she smelled his stink all around her house. She relaxed a bit, however, as he explained himself. There was the very likely possibility that he was lying, that much was sure, but Skye didn't want to think he was. He seemed honest. The way his falcon, his spirit guide, asked who she was made her hackles rise. She nodded curtly when he said that he wasn't in a position to ask; he most certainly wasn't, slinking around and trespassing without asking the leaders beforehand! Skye wasn't exactly sure what Shawchert would do in her place, but he had been here a while. If he had been just visiting...
"And what issues were these?" she asked, her form more relaxed and her tone less defensive, but still on the wary side. This man could easily be lying to her, and could be using Valinta as an excuse to hang around the pack borders. She could smell her scent on him, however, and was inclined to believe him. But if he thought that he could just say that there were issues, he could forget that. She had a right to know - she was a leader, and that was her job. If Valinta needed help, she would help her.
So the strange, orange man's name was J'adore Austral. She'd never heard a name like that; it was probably foreign. "I am Skye Collins," she said, "the co-leader of Cercatori d'Arte." She narrowed his eyes as he looked all around, and his eyes shifted to his bag - was he thinking of fighting her? "Don't even think about it," she said calmly. "Besides, if you're Valinta's friend, you have nothing to run from or hide from. Next time, however, before visiting a friend for so long, try to inform the leaders first. Other packs may not be so friendly about people on their lands." She tried to imagine what would have happened to J'adore if he had been lurking around on Inferni's lands - bad things, bad things.