Haunted Wood Like a Forgotten Song

arrogant, but effective enough. the fight is quick, bloody; certainly bloodier than a fight like this one ought to, but she remains silent. her gaze flickers once to Valour as he claims to run this place alongside her; a fact that isn't entirely true but one she lets stand. 

it is blatant disrespect that has her attention snap back to the potential joiner like an elastic band to a wrist, and she moves. in one smooth motion, she snaps her jaws at her muzzle; her aim is to clamp down on his muzzle for a moment, two, in a clear display of dominance that the recruit seems to have missed. a message and a test; if he truly respects her as leader, he will let the display go uncontested. and then, she withdraws

"I am the warlord. call me anything else and I'll tear out your jugular." it is true that the girl still seeks to learn the formalities of her position, how to lead, how to yield her power. but these simple power dynamics, the language of violence and fangs, comes all too naturally. 

but he's passed the test, despite his arrogance, disrespect. gimlet gaze is hard as she glances once to Valour. let him handle this one, then. "welcome to the nightwalkers." she that, she turns away, vanishing soon back into the woods from whence she came.