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For the first time in a long time, a broad grin crosses her muzzle. Her grin was so immense it wouldn’t be a surprise seeing her pearly whites even in the dark of the cavern. ”The Saints.” Zsuzsa repeated. It was a virtuous moniker, holding a nice ring to it. As the word saint was typically regarded as being in heaven after death in definition, it was a fitting sentiment for herself and everything she dealt with up until this point. She could only imagine it was the same belief for the rest of the pack. There were those who protected their pack, and there were those who protected their pack and integrity. He sold her on both from the way he worded it, but she knew he meant everything he said.
 
Her steel gaze, which mirrored a callous glint for so long, suddenly ignited with a newfound sense of purpose. ”I’ll take the chance, Akita.” Zsuzsa remarked, nudging her shoulder into his. She didn’t know his name yet but didn’t need to even if they didn’t get around to formally introducing each other until the dawn of the morning. Something about this just felt like the right thing to do. Her tail wagged. What a way to be inaugurated into a new pack, by the secrets of this cave in pitch darkness. Even if she couldn’t fully see him, his presence enough held a gravity that was reassuring. Everything about this was suddenly just so sure.