She would not be allowed to question. Semananti calmed a bit when Elettra spoke, a huntress was also needed as was members. But that did not make her weary still. She might be a packmate, but she was still undetermined. Some wolves couldn’t handle pack life or the wolves in packs so they dart from pressure. Itai would have yet to be seen. For now, Semananti had a job to do and she would do it. That led her mind to another matter of business, one that she wanted with all her heart, to be more dominant. Nothing could stop her; however she was a new member, so she would not dare challenge anyone yet.
She was still tense, and it was evident and her eyes kept to Itai’s pelt. Why was it that this wolf looked familiar, it reminded her of her father’s pelt, was she an agent? Agents were never a good thing for her and it appeared she would have to watch the man with much more interest then she originally intended. “Welcome.” She spoke her peace, but that didn’t mean that she was at peace. Her pelt, exactly like Night? No, not Night. She tried to recall the pelts of her family, it was Tripolina’s pelt, it was the pelt of her mother. She had the silver-grey color that fit to it.
She knew somehow that she would trust the wolf, but she wasn’t sure. She should go scavenge up a meal for herself. She hadn’t eaten since she managed to hunt something successfully, a rabbit a day prior. She was always working on her hunting, but she was clumsy, her feet would thud or she would pay too much attention to her feet. She knew the silent approach on wolves, just stay downwind, and if you’re not found than pay attention to your feet and direction. Prey wasn’t like that, they knew.