The child remained silent - as was typical for her nature. She regarded the gathered wolves with a narrowing of her brows and a quick stirring of her tail against the earth. They were focused on the mentioned few. The child of the storm suddenly felt very out of place among her kin. The gleam of light that had flashed in the eyes of Freyja had been unmistakably ambitious. But who was Thyri to judge against the slate-furred girl? She had a mighty thirst that needed to be quenched. The stormchaser did not imagine that Freyja would settle for second best. 

With a wary approach, she moved forward and did what was expected of her without flinching away from the scene. She was the ideal soldier; savage and obedient. But only for that moment. Her eyes locked with Freyja's and her snout crinkled into a smirk. 

Little does she feel for the arising changes Heda brought forth, both of the rising pack and the mate ship of two females. After all, she was in no position to make any judgement upon the Commander's choices. Yet, perhaps it is the feeling that Drageda has in some way conformed to the acceptances of the Teekon that leaves her less inclined to whole-heartedly accept Wildfire and Thuringwethil's mateship. Such a thing would barely be approved of in Trigeda; she wonders if it is the influence of the wolves of the Teekon Wilds that has altered the Commander's perception. Nevertheless, Rebekka does not say a word against it; she quite valued her head. Rebekka herself had pledged herself to the Commander, despite any personal choices the Commander might make. What went on in Heda's personal life was none of her business, and it never would be. However, she felt wary towards Wildfire; she woman was not of their culture. She did not trust her. However kind Wildfire was, she would never truly understand their ways, not to the extend that was expected. The two would be a figurehead of Drageda, and Rebekka felt unsure if she felt inclined to pay heed to a woman who had little to no experiance among their true, untouched culture. Casting a glance towards Gavriel who she assumed held the same emotions she did; could not meet his gaze for he held his head down, brewing in his own fury. 

She did not know what to say. Instead, she averted her gaze from the duo, but not disrespectfully, slightly nodding her head only once to show she understood the changes that would be forthcoming within the tribe no matter her personal distance to them. Rebekka pledged to support the Commander, but had said nothing about accepting the alteration of the ways she was born into. Saying little but saying nothing discouraging at all, the woman waited until they were to be dismissed. 

Portia made note of the forming pack, though it was really only just as a precaution. She didn't travel out of the territory much but it was good just to know. Thurinwethil's next comment caused a wide smile to light up her face, her tail thumping heavily against the ground. She was not naive to the opinions of some wolves, but to her this was absolutely fantastic. Her approval consisted of a light yip and a bright smile, green eyes glinting as they focused on the Heda and Wildfire.

Eske wasn't in the mood to offer congratulations. She just wanted to leave. She wanted to be left alone to her jealousy and work it out in a spar with some poor log somewhere. She barely paid any attention to Heda's words, her attention drawn back in long enough to hear the news of her and Wildfire's mateship. Freyja looked ecstatic, ugh, of course she did. The reaction, Eske saw as she took a look around, was pretty mixed. Some appeared to be happy and others ...not so much. She noted the moment her father exchanged a look with her mother but she returned to scowling at her mother's leg hoping to burn a hole through it. Until they were formally dismissed she was forced to remain. She just wanted this stupid meeting over with.