Hollow had to take a breath again and steady himself. He had felt the shift in atmosphere, and as badly as he wanted to snap at everyone to keep there mouths shut he knew he couldn't. That would only make it worse, so Hollow just steadied himself and calmed his boiling blood. He tried to banish the thoughts of Azariah and the burning desire to throw every last ounce of his burdens upon this new wolf, and Nina, and Miccah. But Hollow couldn't do that, no these were his burdens to bear, no matter how badly it hurt, they weren't going to go anywhere until faced them and defeated them on his own. But they bore down upon so that he could almost feel his shoulders start to crack.

As if the weight of the world weren't enough, Nina was only just beginning to come to terms with Tacoma's death enough to help with things like this. But of course now the weight was liable to shift itself to her shoulders as Hollow's own grief had begun over his lost love. But he wasn't going to let that change him at this moment, Silver deserved fair judgement and so he and Nina would bestow it upon her. The needed wolves, capable hunters and scouts more than anything in this winter. So Hollow turned his head towards Nina and gave her a look, his face pained, slowly unraveling behind his eyes. The message there was still clear, We need hunters, let her in. It would do Nina good to be the voice of judgement.

Miccah was like a ghost in the background. He was attuned to the proceedings in front of him, hearing the words that flew between his alphas and Silver--a prospective new candidate for Secret Woodlands. But every once in a while, his eyes would wander around the dense canopy of thickets, searching for danger. His ears were pricked attentively to what was going on in front of him, but every couple of moments his ears would swivel, alert for any sign of danger. Multitasking was always one of his fortes.

He was doing such a perimeter check when he heard his name coming from Nina's maw. Immediately, his eyes and ears tuned back into the conversation. It would seem that Silver had been accepted. His alphas took their leave, and no time had passed before the older woman practically bounced her way to him. Her eagerness to prove her loyalty and curiousness of the pack, amused him. But he showed no signs of it on his face. He opened his maw to answer her question. "As far as I am concerned, no ma'am. But I have recently arrived myself just a few short months ago. I advise that you seek the information yourself in due time." His tone was polite and warm as usual as he began to pad forward.

"Come," he beckoned with a commanding swish of his tail. The woman followed. He'd take her on a tour of their lands and then leave her be. They both had jobs to attend to. Him, gaurding the borders, her, an answer to her questions.