Altar of Twilight party time, excellent

Wildfire lapsed into silence after her little quip. She looked to Charon, waiting for him to give a cue of some sort. Would he tell Eigma to forget the spar and scram? Or would he give her a chance to correct her posture, then prove herself via a mock fight? The youth felt hopeful for Eigma's sake (and her own, since a successful spar and recruitment would reflect very well on her too), though she knew Charon might not relent. Maybe because he was so young and with more to prove than an older Alpha, he tended to be a little on the tough side. He also had quite a few capable pack mates already, so he might not want to sign up for the possible headache Eigma might bring to Moonspear.

She glanced at the other she-wolf, pursing her lips and giving a silent nod of approval when she adjusted herself to a more appropriate pose. Eigma had actually overemphasized it a bit, to be honest. Wildfire held back a snicker at her seemingly innocent query, silently wondering what Charon would say and do in response.