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Editing in a conclusion, since we've started another thread!

Tonravik listened.

The wolf knew she was more than deserving of anyone's loyalty. It was unquestionable. Tonravik had no doubts, there. There was no trial and error. "We are accepting," she rumbles, her eyes seeming to darken as a cloud passed by overhead, "though less so of runaways." Tonravik allowed her own grin, ugly in its entirety, to encompass her features. There lay the implication, with the odd timing of her grin, that while the other may be admitted, should she leave she would certainly be met with a barrage of fangs were she ever found. Tonravik did not, and would not, encourage others to stay on the premise of the word "if". It never boded well for them.

Implication accepted, Tonravik let the wolf pass. Time would tell whether or not the red one would stay.