Blackfeather Woods A Wolf Approaches

She noted the drop of the stranger's head, at least submission was evident. A fighter? Well, they had many of those. And truthfully, she was looking for potential for the Brotherhood, not everyday wolves. "We have many fighters," She stoically replied, as if dismissing the idea entirely. She looked over the female again. There was no indication of darkness as far as she could see. But she was willing to listen, if the female presented otherwise. "What else do you bring?'' She did not elaborate, as she was not interested in small talk. It was simple, if she was not fit, she would be run of their lands without a thought. Maybe she should have introduced herself, though if she gril proceeded to show promise, she would. 

"We do not take in just anyone, this is the home of the Brotherhood after all," She smirked wickedly, adding a little bit more of incentive. Perhaps this would reveal a bit more of the strangers nature, or it would be her downfall. Sometimes, people just didn't know what they were getting into when they showed up. And if they didn't, they usual bailed or sound themselves in a less than comfortable situation. They were not puppy dogs, but a home of trained Assassins and murderers.