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It was the same old, same old excuse she had heard a thousand times before. It would not do any longer. The Brotherhood had gotten tougher, and it demanded more adapatable and strong souls to reach its maximum potential. There was no space for moderacy, or empty promises. "We have one more spot availible. What makes you so great that we should waste our ranks on you, of all wolves?"

It was a standard question, but if the female could not give an original answer, she would be booted out of the territory for good. Toothe and claw was only appricated, but spirit was everything.