Anxiety wove it's way through her veins, settling in such a way that her stomach felt heavy and uncomfortable, though she was careful not to show it. Dawning a calm, collected mask, the girl simply listened, her tail flicking lightly every now and again in an attempt to seem less stiff. If the others chose not to accept her, that was fine, but she wouldn't have her kids raised somewhere that they weren't wanted, because as much as they were Valles, they were Archers too. They deserved to be treated as such.
Vana felt her stomach roll as Viorel shifted. This was harder for him, she thought. He was the one who had to address the pack, speak his piece, and open the floodgates to questions that he might not have the answers to. All she had to do was listen.
The older woman was the first to speak, simply confirming that the cubs would all be treated as Valles. Well, at least that was a relief... hopefully the others would follow suit.