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shikoba heard asterr's question of loyalty, making her eyes look straight at chaska. she mexican wolf wondered about his loyalty, his promises if they were all true. she didn't doubt him, he didn't look like a liar to her. however, there was never any certainty with the wolves she met. none of them were set in stone, none of them were readable. all of them, in one way or another, were confusing and often were always malleable and changing.

"loyatly," she piped in in a gruffer voice.  "is important to tribe. loyal to chieftess, important to other, important to shikoba." she made sure to connect her honey colored eyes with his, as if she was in a deadlock stare with him. "chaska have it?" she questioned him, wanting the answer now. his skills were useful no doubt, but loyalty was what the tribe was based on. she wouldn't take any answer besides yes or no. she wanted it up and front.