It lingered a little ways aloft from the pair, with great scrutiny among its livid sight.
It frowned, not intrigued nor impressed, and licked away at its lips with slight malice.
"Fair warning, sister, they come in pairs," it stated loftily, turning elsewhere without further notion.
It was distressed, to say, and intended on entreading to the den- though far away, at earliest opprotunity.

Saffren'e eyes glance upon her kin as she hears Rye's voice. "Ah yes but there is strength in numbers after all" she says with an almost knowing smirk upon her face in Rye's direction however she kept the male's question of how many numbers they had with them. The smirk was gone within an instant however and she returned to her usual suspicious glance. "We have a few members towards another area, all packs must begin small" she replies.

"Ah yes but there is strength in numbers after all. We have a few members towards another area, all packs must begin small"

Ryder nodded, straining to keep his paranoia locked away. He glanced back at Ink, hoping for some words of wisdom. He didn't know what was expected of him now.

"I suppose there is" Ink said carefully, nodding slowly. She looked around for more wolves, but none caught her eye. The pack must have been tiny, smaller then she had originally thought. She wondered when thismeeting would be over. she felt very on edge, but didn't want to show it through her features. She forced a smile onto her maw as she looked to the femme with the piercing scarlet eyes. She hoped she would speak and break the tense silence.

"So" Saffren begins as though she had come to a conclusion, "you wish to join this pack?" Her red eyes watch the ebony female who was paired with Ryder. "I trust that you both will be worthy of joining our ranks upon admission" the Gamemaker adds with a short nod of her head.

"you wish to join this pack? I trust that you both will be worthy of joining our ranks upon admission"
Ryder shrugged, turning back to the tan femme he presumed to be the leader of the pack. "Um... I can hunt." He said slowly, weighing the words in his mouth. He didn't answer for Ink, though he was near positive she would say the same thing. The time they had spent alone was not one of stravation. She was a fantastic hunter, her quick reactions and determination in the chase were important qualities in hunter, both of which she possessed.

Ink tried to keep the desperstion out of her voice "Ofcourse" She gave Saffren a respectful nod. She looked to Ryder as he spoke. They had always worked well together, always as a team. She desired the same rank that he did. "I would also love to aid you in your hunting party" She wasn't sure if the pack even had a hunting party, but she didn't care. They did now.

Saffren nods once more and finally sits back on her haunches facing the two. "The Rebel rank will suit you then" she replies after hearing of Ryder and Ink's fondness of hunting. "It is always good to have hunters around" she notes as well. Her crimson eyes turn to her sibling Rye who stood nearby.