Phantom Hollow New wolves

The mother's words were not interesting, really. As she had mentioned before, they had enough fighters, both on defense and offense. They had no pups in their pack either, though the alpha pair was sure they wanted them one day. That day was far away however, and to let this pair of wolves in for such a long time without them doing anything that would help would be foolish. Plus, if they had little furballs running around one day, Malice and Cogitemus were capable of caring for their own young'uns. Anyone in the pack could also help, perhaps the silver girl was good with kids, who knows. We have no needs for defenders, nor a sitter. We do not have pups in our pack... Yet. She said, adding the last word with a side eye to Cog.

The change of body language was a good sign, not perfect, but a good second start. The queen lowered her hackles, just to have them jump back up again at the sound of a teeny tiny growl. Her eyes scanned the young'un who had made the sound that was now cowering in fear and gave a devious grin. A fighter? A ma hoola with that. She stepped with her two front legs over the invisible line, lowering her muzzle to face the pup. She knew this would probably upset the mother, but she didn't want to hurt the furball or anything. She merely wanted to scare the little thing to make it clear that this was not the way to go if they wanted to join a pack. What was that, Brandy? She spoke with a wicked voice, almost failing to keep her laughter in.

She returned to her normal position again once the little thing was probably scared and moved on with their conversation. The little thing knowing how to hunt was an achievement for someone her age, but every wolf that wasn't disabled knew how to catch something. She didn't respond however, as it wasn't really an answer to her question but Cog's one.