Blackfoot Forest Sturm Und Drang

He instructed her to take the hare and wordlessly Pallas took it. With a quick snap of bone and sinew it was gone. He had commanded it, and Pallas had seen to it that his will was done. With food in her bellly she was probably better company; at least for a wolf like Kierkegaard. As he spoke she listened silently, as best as a wolf of her stature could do. 'Listen' and 'silent' were not words normally found in her repertoire, yet she afforded the alpha both. Perhaps it was some small segment of basic respect; perhaps it was simply duty. As he explained how the events unfolded, she devised quiet strategies, playing different scenarios in her head.

She had not been clear in her original inquiry, and that was her fault. "I meant what are we dealing with. Warriors? Assassins? Nancies?" AKA, how far could she push them around before she got bitten?