Dragoncrest Cliffs god bless the daylight

Her mother's air wasn't something she'd describe as being hostile, but she was definitely flexing her superiority, and making sure that the stranger knew who was boss. She envied her mother, for having such poise- but that envy also made her feel slightly jealous as well. For some reason, she began to pity the male, who seemed friendly enough. Maybe it was the fact that she was reminded of the kindly Rosencrantz that she was obliged to give him a bit of the benefit of the doubt- and perhaps it was the growing restlessness within her that made her want to rebel against the current authority. 

Still- she didn't speak out. Her expression remained calm, and some of her concern eased when she noticed her mother relax a bit. Her border protocol was what kept the pack safe, after all- so Chacal trusted her mother's judgment.