Ouroboros Spine There are things in life you learn

Sialuk was reminded of her place. It wasn't needed, for she knew she was the newbie, but it allowed her to relax somewhat. She couldn't necessarily trust his word, and rarely put trust in others at all, but he hadn't run or made any other skittish movements. She assumed from this alone that Sitri had a place in this pack, strange behaviour aside.

When his eyes found hers, they stilled their rapid shifting, and Sialuk breathed out slowly. Her ears tilted back and her hair fell flat. She didn't curl her tail under—he presented no extreme dominance and she perceived no aggression—but it did lower to press firmly against her thighs in active deference. "Forgive me," she said in a tone that, while cold and formal, was genuine. "I question the intent of all who approach without confidence on claimed soil. You would be correct."

Certainly, Sialuk couldn't judge Sitri, and she didn't. Judging by the looks of him, he had a closet full of skeletons and demons to boot. It wasn't her place to question him aside from the usual territorial defensiveness she showed. The angakkuq's job was ordinarily to assist others in dealing with their problems, but as she wasn't yet established, she didn't make any motion to do it formally, but she did ask, "why do you present yourself as suspicious?"