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The others chuckling was met with a blank stare, but one that was not unintelligent. Simply focused. Whatever amused the other was lost on Tonravik, who was a humorless wretch. Fortunately for the red one, sarcasm was a language Tonravik did not understand. So, the question, which was rhetorical (rhetoric being another thing she was not fluent in), was answered with a curt nod. Yes, there was a word for that in their language. 

That the other one was a warrior was something Tonravik found useful. She would always have use for those, especially in the time to come. But, of course, there were wolves that could be bought by others, and Tonravik was disinterested in fickle wolves. Those were the very wolves Tonravik would want put out. It was unfortunate that this even needed saying, but it did. "I seek loyalty." Loyalty to the Spine. Loyalty to her cause. Be it blind or informed, she did not care; she wanted wolves that would fight with her, beside her, and not so much as sway for anything other than the warranted things, such as, say, her own leaving without a word. Now more than ever, she desired that loyalty.