His expression was stern, a hard lock upon her, but she would not take it as a challenge. Behind his gaze, was not judgement. He was not sizing her up for she had fought these stares before with her own. No, he was only offering her his full attention, serious in his expression as he was serious in his question: Reed wanted to be a part of her pack.
Elettra takes a moment to consider, her eyes breaking from his own only to dance along the length of his body: average in sizing for a male wolf, as she was average in sizing to a woman. Already, Elettra harbored two large brethren within her ranks (Koda and Remy) who offered their utmost strengths in seemingly a task of guardian-ship. Elettra was famous in the art of healing. having had various apprentices formerly from her last pack and from others within Relic Lore. Narime had willingly pushed herself for the hunting role, though she still had much to grow. She was large, but mainly in height with long, towering limbs and quick on her footing. Though Kyrie had yet to offer a placement, surely she would find her place, should she meet up with them again. And now, was Reed.
His obvious skill in hunting, at least in fishing, was unmatched and something she appreciated. It was something Elettra admittedly could not do herself and for that, she valued the wolf. When herbs were not near or plentiful, it would be Reed's skills needed to help the pack survive. With his skill, the group as a whole would harbor a larger range of prey to choose from. A smirk presses to Elettra's mug, offering a nod to the russet and red colored male. "I would, Reed." She pauses to turn her attention to the sky before back down to him. "I've decided to take a part of Drooping Willows as my own. Follow the edge of the mountain range south and you will find these lands. They expand from the mountains to the west, all the way to the Lagoon." She explains, so that he might find it easier to find the group when the time came to make themselves formerly a pack. "Perhaps its time we part, for the night?" Her attention casts to the skies which dared to break, spilling over the lands in thunderous showers. She'd like to take cover soon, for any risk of sickness from being a little 'under the weather' could not be risked at this point in her life.