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as he speaks, blixen's eyes take on a decidedly more intrigued glint. she gives him another once-over, as if to ascertain his fighting abilities from his body language, the curve of his muscles under fur. he's certainly big enough, she thinks, though of course size isn't everything. a grin curves her mouth. "drageda," blix begins, voice important, "is home to the teekons strongest warriors, our gona."

more cheerfully (talking about drageda always puts her in a good mood) she continues on: "we require loyalty to drageda and to our heda. right now she's with one of our other packs, fighting a war. i'm our acting commander, blixen." normally she'd obscure nomi's absence, but she wants to impress upon buckshot their power -- and 'our heda is off helping in a war nbd' is the sort of thing she takes pride in. "if you think you can hold your own with us, i'll give you the chance to prove yourself," blix says, decisive. she still has misgivings -- arrille still a wound -- but, well, they need warriors, and buckshot at least seems like he's trying. for now, she'll accept it.