Phoenix Maplewood joining

Her body language was fine. She held herself submissively enough to bring no quarrel, but her disjointed speach needed to go. "Don't stumble, you're wasting time," he quipped sharply. There was something about a confident tone that Reek respected, however, there was a fine line seperating a respectible level of confidence and an unnacceptable level of arrogance to which Reek would percieve as a threat. Acceptance was a difficult game to play.

His mental countdown continued, and she finsihed on two. Of course, like everyone else, she wanted to become a part of Phoenix Maplewood. It wasn't difficult to understand why; they were a strong pack, a shining beacon in a wintery wasteland. "Why?" he asked. "What makes you special?"