Firefly Ravine a taste of freedom

It was satisfying for her as she watched the younger female back away, her posture proof enough that she knew her place. It seemed her presence presented the desired results, lessening her soured mood; it was only by a small percentage, however, and certainly not enough to offer a change in her behavior. Still, she was not entirely distanced from the encounter, allowing herself to focus upon the potential member that stood before her. It was with an opened mind that she listened to the reply given, carefully going over the traits that interested her while those that did not were discarded without so much as a bat of an eye. It seemed they had another warrior on their doorstep, not that she felt such a skill would be necessary. Yet, after that ability was tossed away, it'd been retrieved and stored away for further consideration come the next rainy day.

"Don't think we have a messenger here, but we don't really have anyone to send messages to, either," she'd stated. "We could use you for scoping out territories, though. Hunting and everything that goes with it is useful, too, but that's just common sense." A slight roll of her shoulder followed the words. "You mentioned an old pack. What's the story there?" the woman asked. "Anyone gonna be coming here for your head?" She would not harbour a fugitive, if only because it put her own safety at stake.