Blackbeak Bluff i don't even have a "pla".

Her heart thrilled when he offered to show her the territory instead of just describing it. She took this as a sign that she had clearly impressed him and already began to make plans for the amazing things she would do in Rusalka and how high she would climb in their ranks. But then he kept talking, and Yami deflated at his warnings. The fact that he thought his pack might be too dangerous for her chaffed, but it also stirred up some fear and anxiety. The warning bells for her to run from him sounded again, and she may have, had the word kid not made her flinch and the sequential stab of indignance bolstered her past her misgivings and right into the open arms of defiant determination.

"I can handle anything," Yami boasted, puffing herself up a little. Tru had taught her some of how to succeed socially, but it was Ripley that had taught her self-defense. He was a slow, quiet, slug of an old man that wasn't as talented on offense, but he was a brick when it came to protecting himself. Yami likely hadn't learned even half of what she needed to in order to fit in at this Rusalka place, but she maintained her bravado nonetheless.

"Lead the way," she added, a smirk stretching across her face briefly before her eyes widened and she tacked on a quick, "...please."