Her dark figure loped fondly through the shadowed forest, feeling the familiar grainy feel of dirty underneath her runners. She stopped abruptly when an unfamiliar scent struck her, prompting her to lie low and listen in on the conversation. Mikasi an an unnamed female, as she suspected a change in their ranks. She couldn't help but to feel that the wolf, Whisper knew a little too much. More specifically, the Brotherhood name.  "At least one of our member's appears to be doing something useful for the pack," Her coy voice interrupted the bubbling conversation, stepping out to make her presence known. Her eyes drifted from between them, a hardened, cold gaze set in per usual. She looked for a sign of submission from either one of them, but if they were smart, both of them. She wasn't in the cheeriest of moods, which to everyone else, was most likely an understatement.

  Mikasi had not shown himself in a little while, and she had started to wonder if he had run of with Venus and Cyn as well. While the male had been one of them for a good amount of time, he had not obtained any trades to speak of and while she was probably wrong, she did not see him actively contributing to the pack. Maybe she was wrong, but she was most certainly open for correction. As the title demanded of her, she had become a stickler for contribution, and as Burke said, leeches were not allowed. This was more or less directed to the new blood, as she would be watching extremely carefully to see that there was no sign of slack to be found. Macbeth and Thatcher were gone as well ,which set her on edge. She had grown to distrust the newbies, however promising they may seem. "Wonderful isn't exactly how one would describe the dark woods, you must be new," She commented, although it was clearly a prompt for the girl to explain herself. In her mind, wonderful was sunshine and rainbows and butterflies, and nothing of the sort had ever been detected there. 

Submission, she started to crave it. It was a cruelly slow passion to see others give her a wealthy dosage of respect which seemed to only submerge when her mood was not quite right. She was restless, her troublesome mind gripping to terms with what kind of life she had built for herself. Of all things, loved. But did she truly love Kove, deep down she knew the answer. Afterall, they were mated. Was it her fault she could not help feel that one day he would want more? More from her, from them. Nevertheless, she had others to look out for, and children were out of the question as of then. 

She did not praise the two when they submitted, it was their duty and not something to worship doing what they were supposed to do. And she was in charge, Burke had notified her that he would be gone for a few days, leaving her to boss around her subordinates. Whisper gave the right answer, unlike many who were all talk and literally no action. Yet, she could not help feel wary of her intentions, as any sane world would do. So many unsuspecting had betrayed them, and she could not help but to not place her beliefs in anyone that would stay except Kendra and Burke. As cruel as it sounded, Kove had left once and as she was sure he would not do so again, there was never a guarantee, her guarded mind would be getting the best of her today. "To each their own," She shrugged, dismissing the description of the dark forest. However, she was interested in observing how good of a hunter this girl was, or if she was Dark Brotherhood potential at all. "I will," She nodded to Mikasi, signalling for him to proceed. "Although I doubt so much as a fawn will need all this muscle. Perhaps our newest recruit can tackle the animal on her own and show us what she's made of," She set the bar high, a challenging smirk playing on her lips. Pressure was always a good motivator or the downfall, depending on how morally strong their eager little recruit was. 

The girl nodded to her beta and gulped. She was a bit more nervous than usual, but would prove her worth to the beta. Whisper stalked off, her body low. They were quite close to the fawn,really, so it wasn't to hard to find the tawny creature. Its pupils dilated as the pale woman crept towards it. The creature wobbled on its legs, climbing up from her hiding spot, and fled. Whisper, being fast and sleek, darted across the fields and leaped straight for fawn. She caught the tail in her mouth and tugged, pulling the fawn back, but not without a kick to the chest. She slammed her paws onto the creature's back and it bleated with terror as Whisper lowered her head to the base of its neck, breathing down its back. A small cut trickled with blood onto the deer, and she ended it there. Her mouth snapped at the base of the fawns neck and it kicked at her paw, but she narrowly avoided it. She bit down hard, blood filling her mouth. The breaths of the fawn grew fluttery and stopped. 

Whisper looked back at in the direction of the beta with a flicker of blood-lust in her eye.

It was quite a bold and risque move for Whisper to snag the animal from behind, which would have resulted in a more fatal blow had the doe been, not such a weakling. She did not approve of the impulse but could hardly reprimand it herself for she was known for acting on a whim in the heat of the moment. Instead, she offered a stiff nod, signalling she was pleased with her work but it was not enough to earn her respect but her recognition was much more than many got on their first day. 

The girl would do very well remembering that, and would not let her down before the two weeks was up. So far, she seen potential, a soldier fit for commanding. But there was the matter of darkness, and while Whisper had proven to be useful and not talent less, her place in the Brotherhood relied on what she observed within the next few weeks. Bloodlust was a common thing in the eyes of the blackfeather wolves, and she could hardly be fazed by the tactic any longer.

"Good," She commented, although her cold tone did not disparate. It never did with anyone, besides Kove, a mystery she still could not understand. "Although I trust you will be cautious when approaching a grown stag, to not use the same tactics you used today," Pulling on it's tail would only cause it to kick back, resulting in a fatal blow to the head and/or chest area which would then make one useless. And nobody wanted a useless wolf in their pack.