Broken Boulder Savvy?

Even without an elaborate explanation being given, the woman could assume what the reasoning behind the other's dismissal from her previous pack was. It was an uncommon practice, the production of hybrids. In Sen's opinion, it sullied bloodlines and created awful beings, the only acceptable ones being those who looked more wolf that anything. In the back of her mind, she knew it was none of her business who others chose to spawn little menaces with, but even still her opinion was reluctant to be pushed aside. While she would not let it effect their chances of obtaining more members—the idea the pair had in mind for Seadog wouldn't allow that at all—she couldn't help but consider various ways to avoid the child.

Silent was she as words continued to be spoken, offering hardly anything more than a faint twitch of her ear throughout the entire first half of what she assumed to be a speech. At the end there came a demonstration of just how tired the mother was, her body appearing to have lurched forward right before she'd caught herself. It was a clear sign of physical exhaustion, or so was what she'd assumed from personal experiences back in her days as a yearling. Still, it did not inspire even an ounce of sympathy towards the small family. What had gained her attention was the skills they'd claimed to possess, both easily being deemed beneficial for the pack-to-be. It was a good thing, too, that they were each capable. Had their abilities been lacking, the woman would have been entirely disinterested in them being granted access, sanctuary or not.

As a question was directed her way, the Gorgon offered a gentle shrug of her shoulders. "I'm fine with them joining us," she'd then added shortly after, choosing words over silence. For as long as they were useful and peaceful, she would have no reason to insist upon their departure. Thus, the mother and daughter were given Sen's seal of approval, however fleeting it might eventually grow to be.