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The girl sat by quietly. Naturally she did not know the rank of the frosty man, so neither did she know whether her interrogation would continue now that he had what he wanted. Was he the one to make judgment of her worthiness? It appeared not, for the way he lifted his muzzle and sent a beckoning call into the sky. She didn't think about much as she waited, simply letting silence bring the answer of the leader back to them. Her eyes never even wandered past the trees to sneak over the frame of the brute who'd questioned her, one of so few words. She wanted to let herself wonder about him, about his story. But instead she cleared her sharp mind for whatever was to come next. It was part of Emmure to remain calm even when she was strained tightly by stimulating tasks such as seeking acceptance into a troubled pack. She could set up a blockade before her mind, and this also was part of what made her a good fighter.
When the daunting, multi tone wolf approached them, Emmure's eyes lifted, for she hadn't allowed her mind to become lost in the short time of waiting. She could see by his posture, and by the powerful aura about him, that this was the one who would decide where she turned next. In response to his arrival, she lowered her muzzle into a respectful dip, sweeping her silky tail to kiss her belly. The nameless leader got straight to the point, which suited Emmure well. She was patient, yes; but so was she eager to see what he would make of her. Minos summed their previous conversation up in, again, few words. She had the sense that the pale wolf was rather simple, but not stupid. He did not seem stupid. The woman nodded to punctuate his summation in an unassuming way, repeated the last couple of words she had spoken. "I will, sir."