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His moment of silence prompts her to turn to him again; this time her eyes do not leave his face, watching his expression change. When he speaks, her ears cock back slightly and she frowns. You're familiar with them, She says, more a statement than a question. It's clear from her tone that she's gathered this isn't a positive association. She's quiet for a few moments.
Should I go? She asks after the brief pause, uncertain where this leaves them. The yearling is unwilling to involve herself in the pack's conflicts unless absolutely necessary, at least for now; she may harbor some degree of respect for the two leaders of IkKanattuk, but it has been some time since a wolf has endeared themself to her enough that she will fight their battles in their absence. She won't associate with an enemy of the pack, but neither will she fan the flames.