Dragoncrest Cliffs in a circle there they stand

Though her ears twitched and burned at the Bandrona's strangled word— How—, the child was glad that the woman caught herself and ceased that line of questioning. How he was, or how he died were not things Emaleth wished to dwell upon with a perfect stranger. She was already haunted by those questions and his lack of presence in her dreams. She lapsed into a silence that was comfortable (for her), merely nodding after Wildfire's words while they waited for Thuringwethil to arrive.

Thankfully, they didn't need to stand idle for long. The pack's commander stood before them, and the dark witch adjusted her posture lower— though she respected Wildfire's position, it was for the dark woman that Emaleth had the utmost respect, and it was her that she wished to impress the most. "Hello," she responded, a bit lamely. She was young, and this was a position she never thought she would be in. "I've decided. I'd like to join you, if you'd have me. I'll do whatever is required of me."