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Chacal's gaze shifted when she was spoken to, despite the fact that she had asked her son for an introduction. Her tail flicked once; an indication that she would have preferred to have been answered by Etienne, but she didn't mind a wolf with confidence, so long as they were polite. Chacal assessed the stranger, Rykor, to be female. She didn't clarify, and asked in a light voice who she was. She tilted her chin up slightly and gazed at the stranger for a moment, flicking an ear to her son. 

She blinked the first time the wolf's gender was stated. The second time, she glanced to her son, as though to correct him for misgendering the wolf he had apparently interviewed. His professionalism, though, was near to flawless, as per usual. Etienne was the sort of wolf who grew up quickly, and learned just as fast. It was odd for him to have made a mistake which she thought might be simply a linguistic error.

Her daughter was not quite as wary of strangers, it seemed, nor was she as respectful of border protocol. Her case was explained, and Chacal felt lenient toward her outgoing daughter, though her eyebrow quirked as her daughter, as well, misgendered the wolf before her. Her gaze softened, and quietly, she spoke to her children, in words she thought only they might understand. "Sa se yon famn." Her words were kind, a gentle correction. She hoped that Rykor was not offended by the way her children spoke, though Rykor had not flinched once during the introduction. She couldn't help but feel that she had missed something. 

She sat down, indicating that she would begin her own investigation into the wolf whose claims would only get them so far. 

"I be Chacal, de Tanzanite of Sapphique,
dese be my children, to whom you speak.
Tell me more of your training, an' of your skills,
we will see if dere be a role you can fill."