The question wasn't about whether she wanted to or not - ever the spoiled elder bitch she was. It was more about whether she could. She was in her later years - there was no denying that, but was she so far gone that she could allow herself to sit anywhere but at the top? As it stood now she ran her own life. Was she willing and able to put herself at the beck and call of someone else? Willing yes, but able...
The back of her throat sounded a hum of concentration as the cogs clicked through her mind, ultimately concluding that while it may not have been the smartest thing for her plan - what if these strangers turned out to be friends of Kjors or worse, his pack mates? If they weren't though, it would offer her valuable resource, and who could say what kind of information she would learn in the process. Really, how hard would it be to convince Kjell to tag along with her when the boy returned?
"You remind me of... me." The corners of her black lips turned up into a barely-visible smirk. "Trust me when I tell you that's a very flattering compliment." Kneading her claws on the ground, she gave one look over her shoulder, in case the shape of Kjell should reappear under the dancing lights in the otherwise dark sky above, an omen perhaps of good fortune. Who could ignore a symbol like that?
"Count me in." The response was snapping, quick. "I'm sure there's something yet this old bag of dusty bones can offer you and yours." Yes... this would do her wonders. It might cost her whatever time and energy she'd need to invest in this woman and her counterparts, but the returns she hoped would outweigh the cost. Still the gambling type, it seemed. The risk taker even in her later years.