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Reservation remained a constant because of the tone that she heard. For the words that she heard. While perhaps any other wolf may have found them to be understanding and acceptable, Echelon did not. In her thoughts, loyalty came with the acceptance into Tartok. It was unwavering and ran deep as it was supposed to. As nothing more than a bystander still to that exchange, her eyes shifted to Tonravik. Would she find these words reasonable? For all the time that they had spent together, this was one particular area that Echelon found she was not versed in with her aokkatti. She knew how she would do things, but how would Tonravik?