Blackfeather Woods at your service.

Nemesis was quick to approach, ridden with childlike folly. Emma gave a respectful bow as the woman approached and spoke directly when her command was given. As you wish. She circled a bit to take the lead, though she was careful to remain a fair distance; she never went more than a full pace ahead. 
Though she may have very well been wrong, Emma thought that then might be a good time to ask whatever questions she had, and there were a few. When we arrive, she began, what did you plan to do? If a conflict arises, I'll do whatever I can to support you, but I need to know your plan to do so. Emma took on a different tone when speaking to the wolves above her. She was submissive, but confidence rode on the backs of each word. A soldier, yes, but one who knew who she was to answer to.