Hideaway Strath queen of crows

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When the woman went on to explain her own roots, Amphitere feigned a good deal of interest (though other packs were always of interest to her from a political standpoint). The fact that she chose tribe was intriguing, but also served to put her off slightly. It implied simplicity which did not align with her impression of Hemlock thusfar. She imagined it must be the easiest way to put it—just as Raven's Crown was both a pack, and a kingdom. She nodded when Hemlock finished her explaination, but did not cut in as she soon went on to explain the groundwork of the pack she now sought to join. 

Leifteanant and Ceannasach. Both were twisters for a lest apt tongue, but Amphitere had little trouble silently moulding the words as Hemlock continued. She spoke of Family (capitalization for emphasis) and unity—the pale witch caught wind of the inclination towards violence and other back-alley acts should the circumstances require it. Simply because she did not mate the explaination with other keywords like valor, or honor. It piqued her interest even further, and the desire to probe and find the limits of just how far this family would go to protect their own was intensifying. 

Amphitere lifted her muzzle and tilted her head slightly to the right when Hemlock grinned, the neutral facade cracking to reveal the sunny girl beneath. "I wouldn't have made it this far without a bit of tribulation and strife. If you are willing to have an older woman among your ranks," she smirked, "then I would be happy to lend my strength to yours, and commit to these trials."