Fresh blood. The scent awoke equal amounts disgust and excitement, both boiling in her veins. Willow Ridge was a pack of majesty, but as much as she revered their group there were more numbers to be gathered. A pack of their ability needed a strong backbone... but would this wolf prove to be a worthy vertebrae? Remy was aware of the new members, though her appearances had been lacking. Time was hard to distribute between maintaining the border and socializing, an act she typically disdained.

She did not have to go very far to discover their most recent recruit, a timber-colored male, trotting through their territory and beckoning a question to the air as though the wind might bring him back an answer: is anyone here? The thought to merely answer him did not even cross her mind - no one would ever know her to be talkative. For a moment she desired greatly to move on and remain in her solitude and peace, and yet she would have to bear the burden of their company eventually...

The finger-like willow wisps dragged against her thick coat as she approached the smaller wolf, her head lifted high and white chest puffed proudly as she revealed herself from the cover of the trees. Her pale stare was colder than ice and fixed quickly upon the male, though she held no message within them yet. Remy declined to speak and instead stood with minimum patience to observe his first order of business. Her tail was rigid with dominance, legs straight and expression lacking. For his sake, Remy hoped his reaction would be... appropriate.

As Remy stood, not stiff but strong on her thick legs, she eyed his meager display of respect and flicked a red-coated ear to the words that flew so quickly from the male's brown maw. Shade Slayer. "How observant you are," she remarked dryly, her pale gaze sliding from him to the surrounding area as she refrained from heaving a sigh. His statements were certainly accurate, though she didn't require to hear his thought process. Remy had not been forewarned that she was to receive a new recruit, but the challenge excited her.

Boldly the woman took a step forward, now bearing down upon him with her iced-over stare. Whatever horrors she struck in his heart she was unaware of, though Remy was, thus far, pleased with his lack of bouncing and tail-wagging. Perhaps he could be of use after all. A deep inhale informed her of the male's age and a glance over him proved that he appeared to be a wolf of average stature - not too brawny, but not a little scrap heap either. While Remy was built like a tank, it was certainly not a requirement for Guardianship. Following a moment of silence, the grey-backed female deemed him worthy of her teachings.

"Being observational is a trait which Guardians must hone to be quite keen. You must know when something is wrong by knowing how it is when it is right - all done by observation. Of course, once you have observed something, you must... react."

The last word came quickly, and without a shred of indication the female lurched forward, jaws parting wide to reveal her wicked teeth. A snarl hurled from the depths of her throat as she snapped them closed. If he were lacking in attention, Shade would be caught in their path and due for a little minor wounding. However, with a good reaction, all body parts could be spared.

As she expected, the male dodged her snap quite easily. And thank the stars for that as well, for if he hadn't she might've just up and died right there for his absolute lack of usefulness. Her jaws snapped viciously over open air, the clack nearly covering the sound of Shade's casual remark. Retracting her neck from its outstretched position, she merely gave him a blank look from the corner of her eye before she turned away and began to walk. A wolf of sense would know to follow, but very few wolves would correctly assume her silence to be approval. His cool demeanor, even if he was hiding his inward glee, was well appreciated by the giant woman.

Remy's movements were not swift like a hunter's, but deliberate, each leg planting strongly into the ground as she took her easy pace. Pale green eyes swept across the landscape in a routine manner, though the alert in their depths could not be hidden. Red-backed ears twisted toward every sound, black nose twitching to every scent - it was clear her slow movement was far from a meandering stroll. In this way she was thourough, allowing nothing to slip her mind. Certain that the borders were secure she returned her attention to her apprentice, though she did not stop patrolling.

"I will tell you now that your code of honor must lie stronger with the will of the pack than with the greater good." She twisted her head over her shoulder to observe Shade for a brief time, hoping to read his reaction to her demand. "If there is a hungry loner on our borders and we have ample food to spare in the cache, you shall give no pity from our stock. You do not serve that loner. You do not serve your kind heart of justice. You must serve the pack."

These laws Remy hewed most dearly to her heart. Perhaps not everyone was as severe as her in terms of Guardianship, but no such opinion could sway the strength of her's. Her high-ranking position meant she could demand the conformity of these rules - and she would. Too many a damn friendly loner had she met, wolves looking for conversation and food and team work. That was all well and good among two rogues, but Remy would drill into every grey-mattered-mind here that the pack would always take precedent. He would tell her now if he agreed or disagreed with her teachings, but the severity of her stare ensured that one way or another her leadership would not change.

Elettra was far more open-minded than she, and Koda had been at the top of her examples of damn friendly loners, and they were both in charge of Willow Ridge. It was for their sake only that she clarified, "I have no whim for acts of kindness. Most do. If you see that hungry loner on our border and you must prevent your feeble heart from bursting, feed him off our lands with your own kill. Take nothing from the pack to do your justice."