these hands made of splinters

What he spoke of, she already knew to do. But perhaps there was a small part of her that was humored rather than annoyed. At least Tonravik had chosen someone who seemingly knew what they were doing and perhaps did not discriminate upon ties at all. But she had been born a wolf of Tartok, had been raised to their ideals and to their laws. She knew what needed to be done. The awareness that he did not know her other than what Tonravik had divulged did not occur to her. So when it came to his question of how well her skill set was put together, Echelon visibly huffed at the inquiry.

"Would you like to find out?" Though such a question sounded threatening, it was not the intention. She sought no reason to threaten him, but rather desired to shrug off the prodding. To her it was simple — if he wanted to know, then why not test her?