It starts

She could lose her patience. She could burst with all the pressure building inside of her, overflowing. She could snap out at him, losing her temper and throwing a tantrum. But what good would that do? It would probably severe what weak bond they had made in this encounter alone. It would bring them back to the beginning, how they had first met with a staggered start of hostile first impressions. She didn't want to be feared, hated, loathed by her pack-mates. She wanted to be looked up to, respected, admired - a true leader in Myriad's eyes. Though that didn't seem so likely to believe, considering her young age and inexperience, it was something she could work towards. Keeping her patience plentiful was one way to go about that, if only her pack-mates wouldn't take advantage of their seemingly infinite second chances. Forgiving, patient, but not one to be taken lightly.

She was surprised he would have anything to add to her warning, at least not so much. For someone who she thought never took her seriously, he was sure loyal to the pack, and spoke highly of such loyalty. Well, that was what it seemed. He could mean every word he spoke, or he may be muttering it just to impress her (and impressed she was). She didn't want to doubt any of her pack-mates; she wanted to trust their every word. But she would observe him, see how long his loyalty to Myriad remained. For a while, she hoped. "Well then, Xephyris," she began in a slightly casual tone, a small grin tugging at her lips.  "Myriad needs someone to lead the fighters, to train them and strengthen the pack. Someone like you." Scarlet eyes sparkled as she took a pause. "How would you like to lead Myriad's first fight training?" It wasn't a promotion, per say; just an extra responsibility for the male. She was yet to discuss it with Riv, though if he proved himself leading the training, perhaps a promotion would be closer than he thought.