Ouroboros Spine even atlas cannot stand forever

very very very sorry about the wait!! this... took a little while lol

He recounts his interaction with Potema's bastard in full effect, the tale of a vendetta that did not show as much promise of a war as she expected. Threats were threats and insults hurt just as bad to the male ego, however, that made no cause for fully fledged warfare. There was more he did not speak of, details to the story of why and how Blackfeather had got himself into such a sticky little situation that he was unwilling to share, and perhaps, things that she would not get out of him so easily. She does not press further, rather nodding ever so often in contemplation of his words. 

That is, until he shares with her what he most desires from the more curious situation. Her attention snaps back to the boy, optics narrowing a fraction and within them holds a fire as if the flames of hell erupted beneath her eyes. Her voice louder, much more intense than before, for it was a critical error in judgement that one could not afford to miss. "If you're going to end one, you better kill the rest," She knows that the Brotherhood within Blackfeather Woods is only a fraction of many, a piece in a Web of great design. "They are like hydra's heads. Cut one down and two respawn in it's place." The dethroned monarch of the woods recalls so with a low growl, as she had practically invented the practice of procreating to increase their numbers. But it wasn't just that. They were not the biggest sect of the Brotherhood to exist, and to kill the grandson of Meldresi... it was an act of war in itself, to call upon not only what remained of the Blackfeather's but also their cousins and uncles and relatives of all nature. It was a threat, either way, to mark war with the Night's children. There were disadvantages even to the advantages, she would know. To put it into perspective, not even she would be daring enough to kill Potema's son, the nephew of perhaps her greatest and most promising enemy, even on the grounds of war. Not if she had no plans to get rid of the rest of them. 

However, her tone softens a fraction, not wishing to cause strife between them with her ominous warnings that depicted a timely end to his superior's ideology of what Blackfeather was: a lowly band of evil-doers that could be shooed away simply by brute force and threats. No, Blackfeather was a disease that could not simply be rid of by throwing around a distaste for their existence, and they could not be halted by cutting off one arm of their many limbs. But that was not her job. What they did with Blackfeather Woods did not concern her as of that very moment, and what he chose to do with her information was entirely up to him -- but she had no part in their protection or their victory, at least, not yet... if she ever would.

"We could," She nods in agreement to his remark, that they could indeed be mutually beneficial to each other. "And am inclined to accept, however I presume that whether or not I am accepted into your pack is not entirely up to you," He did not reek of that power, in the sense that she could tell he did not hold a standing within the ranks that gave him the authority to make such decisions. She figures due to his maturity and not to his intelligence, that he did not hold that special sense that seasoned commanders would feel flare as the wraith would enter the scene, that sense of warning and discomfort. It was the unconscious mind that told even the most hot-headed leaders that she was not to be trusted, someone to be wary of, and she doubts that his superiors would take so quickly to accepting her as he does. Nonetheless, she err's on the side of caution, first, feeling out how presenting herself before the boy's Alpha's may go before she jumps at the offer she has been waiting to hear since he first spoke of the dark woods and how he longs to end the boy Vaati in the same way she hungers to end the dark woods as a whole.