Elettra's tail was a wave, low at her ankles in a relaxed manner, accepting of the lick of submission which the young silvered female in her pack offered her. Through outwardly she normally tensed so such a sign of affectionate submission, Elettra had learned to hold back this outward feeling even if inside she had yet fully gotten used to the contact. Such a simple wolf act was not so much practiced in her homeland, where other sorts of growling had otherwise been offered to the Royal Court. Though Elettra's tail remained low (arched out slightly and curled up at the tip) to show her relaxation amongst her members, her eyes were hard and her expression stern. She was forever calculating, always making such the members of her pack were doing their job, seeking both their faults and their skills.
Her attention sweeps Guiness, hearing what little words he had to offer and taking them in secret happiness that he was doing well. Though her smiles came small and subtle, as quickly to wash from her face as a summer's breeze, she cared for her members deeply, as she cared for herself. If they were happy and healthy this meant she was doing her job, it meant the strength of the pack's survival and the sureness of her position.
Alas, Tempest Thorben speaks up once more, her words direct and sure, proper and pleasing to Elettra's ears, which perk upwards in interest. She speaks for Guiness is ways he did not long to speak for himself, assuring his abilities to do the pack well as one of yet another Guardian amongst the ranks. Willow Ridge held a number of capable fighters, two medics, a scout, a messenger, an advisor, a handful of hunters and a crazed bible thumper. It did well to know that some of those whom did not major in hunting did well with the hunt anyhow.

Her willingness to keep close to her large brother is made obvious now, though her willingness to seek out the other just as sure. "A fisherman then?" It tugs at her interest directly, that perhaps Reed would not have to stand hours alone in silence as he waited out patiently for a fish. He would have a partner now in his efforts, when Tempest was not doing a group hunt with the other two huntresses of the pack. It was obvious, if not by her size alone that she would be able to defend herself and others if need be, where of course if the need arose as a member of the pack Elettra would expect her to be there for the pack. Though knowing she held an art for hunting and fishing more so, this allowed Elettra to hold little worry over another mouth to feed if the mouth was capable of not only hunting for herself, but the lot of the pack. "I understand your need to seek him out before you can settle securely and without worry. However, you must also understand that with winter coming, the need for rogues to find homes grows more desperate. There is little room for more amongst Willow Ridge, though your skill of hunting is precisely what such a large pack needs, not to mention the family bond which will tie you here. I will keep my doors open for as long as I can, but the clock is ticking, Thorben." She speaks this with honestly, willing to let her know that she would be accepted once and only when she could offer her full dedication to her and the members amongst her. Although of course, no promises could be made if someone else came offering at her door who seemed just as capable, if not more. There is a brief pause to which Elettra dips her muzzle to the other woman, her tail twitching upwards as she does so. "My name is Elettra Archer."

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