Stavanger Bay Warpless

She wasn't sure she'd stick around, but she was never one to admit it.  Why would she?  That would be dangerous.  What was more likely was the reason she wouldn't stick around was because she'd do something wrong according to whatever moral code a pack had.  This was part of the routine.  Yeah, sure she was totally gonna stick around forever.  Yup.

Needless to say, she wasn't afraid of any consequences.  They weren't going to be any worse than any of the others she faced thus far in her life, as far as she believed.  Godot saw herself as somewhat immortal.  She would always be victorious, one way or another, even if she had to do mental gymnastics for that to be the case.

Her attitude had slightly shifted again, this time towards a sort of catlike, playful state.  She flicked her tail.  I've got guts. Just not about necromancers.  And technically she did have guts, she assumed.  They were somewhere underneath her skin and muscle in her belly area, duh.  So unless there's something special...?  That was the only concerning part to her.  She did have her limits on hazing to enter.  As long as it wasn't anything stupid.  Or too gross.