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The change that came over Firefly was instantaneous, Cercelee’s actions had the intended effect. Cercelee saw that the fight had fled from the girl and Cercelee took a step or two back, giving the girl some room the breath. Although her features did not return to the calm, passive expression they normally wore the hostility disappeared just as quickly as it had come. It was the fact Cercelee could turn her emotions on and off like a switch that made her so dangerous at times, a ticking bomb that might never go off or might explode in one’s face. It was impossible to tell, just as it was impossible to discern anything from Cercelee’s expression now. It was calculating and firm, but neither friendly or unfriendly. Cercelee just listened to the words of the girl, taking them in and turning them over in her head.
Although no apology came from Firefly’s lips, Cercelee decided one was not necessary. The younger wolf pledge her life to this pack, Cercelee didn’t ask for much more from her members than that except for respect when it was due. Firefly seemed resigned to that as well, and so Cercelee nodded to the girl. "Very well, I’d like to see that." And she meant it, she wanted Firefly to stay, to prove herself worthy of the rank she held. "You may go now, may our next meeting be under more pleasant circumstances." Cercelee simply watched the girl, waiting for her to take her leave.
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