Overture Downs Survival is my middle name

the sarcasm rolling from the old witch's mouth made Krypton pin her ears and lift up a lip to expose sharp teeth. normally she would have patience, but with the situation at hand, she couldn't help but feel a bit irked. however, she took a breath and let it go. she spoke of Camlo willing to join a pack and that was the main focus, not running around and chasing each others' tails. she took another breath, much deeper, before turning to steady. she looked at him, unsure if his quick decision was the right one. 

of course, respect was needed to a wolf of his stature, he was an alpha for crying out loud. but perhaps these wolves were not used to such social hierarchy between packs and families, did they not know? Or, perhaps they were just thickheaded just as the witch thought. but with pack members low, new members were needed. Camlo was at least respectful, but unknowing. If they female wanted food, she could eat her own body for all krypton cared. but for the ghost boy, she desired to give him something because he didn't show any signs of rudeness. 

however, if they had ideas about jumping out after winter ended, they wouldn't be allowed to join. hopefully, if they attempted to lie, they would be rooted out quickly.