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She didn't take in his movements as he rose from the bearskin. Her mind was so fully focused on the bear paws in her hands that all else was trivial; plans unfolded in her skull about how to best utilize the gift from her handsome leader. Oh, it was a precious gift, not a tarnished jewel that might have been given to some other woman. The fact that he gave her not only a gift, but one that she saw most useful, spoke volumes of the man she had chosen to trust and follow from the caverns of Anathema. Sirius was intelligent. The olive-eyed creature seemed to understand. Some vague, undefined feeling tugged at invisible heartstrings, much as it had when she thought on her brothers, though perhaps with a more serious tone.
He dismissed her with a simple gesture and simple words, and though she found his nonchalance laughable, she remained silent. It was charming he thought himself capable of turning her away so fast. The Eternian woman knew it was smart to play his games, though her vanity and pride kept her from succumbing to his whims so fully as others might have. Sirius was, for the purpose of hierarchy, her leader — to others, this made him better, more favored, someone to suck up to. The fact still stood that Sirius, much as she chose to ignore it for the sake of convenience, was some sort of wolf, just as Eris was. Neither were touched by her God.
Despite hidden internal feelings of superiority, she rose from the bearskin at his dismissal, bowing her head and clutching the bear paws to her chest. "Ahft course, mi rey; aye will be within the borders of our home if you haft need ahft me." And then silence came as she backed out of the room, offering respect to the closed-eyed male.