Neverwinter Forest Children of the Firehawk

She snorted as they spoke, but otherwise remained silent. Feelings were a fucking drag; they made wolves wishy-washy. Kroc operated without feelings (mostly), as though her mind was unable to process them. She could get angry of course, but farther than that, there was next to nothing. She did not love or become sad, nor did she mourn. Things were just that simple in her mind. 

The dark female stood beside her once more and Kroc yet remained the silent sentinel, one ear twisting to catch Tonravik's words. The threat that lay beneath her words was one that the pale tank would gladly enforce though she made no outward confirmation of this. Tonravik knew Kroc was loyal and would do what it took, and that was enough. Now, she would stand and watch the silver tongued wolf turn and escape their presence, waiting until he had gone to make any further move.