Reed proved himself to be competant at a complete, simple, strong thought which the pale woman appreciated. The smaller female, whom Elettra addressed directly, made it clear she had no such concise skill to contribute, which hardened Remy's diluted stare. Elettra was well endowed in every capability, including patience; the dark-furred woman accepted her underling's request for more time. As long as Elettra was fine with it, Remy would not rebel against it... though she would be certain to watch the other to make sure weight was pulled in whatever form it needed to be. The thought was only a momentary hitch; then did Elettra's silver eyes shine with pride and her elegant muzzle lifted toward the sky. At once the feeling flooded Remy like it did the others; pride, and strength, and unity, and glory of course. The song broke and Remy, like her packmates, thrust her muzzle to the sky and joined the call with no shortness of volume. The variety of voices melted into a harmonious song, undeniable to a single pair of ears within all of Relic Lore.