greetings from califournia

Fern listened carefully for any sign of hostility as Faine spoke. None. Fern looked deep into her carmine eyes and saw nothing there, either. The wolf appeared to not really care. She didn't seem as though she'd disrespect the lower ranks. There was no arrogance, no hostility shown in her eyes. Fern's shoulders relaxed just a tad, her tail lowering a bit.
A flicker of pride ignited in her gut when Faine mentioned that she'd be needed to protect Pack members. "Yes, I agree. It seems as though the majority of Talis is of the Fledgeling rank or just barely out of it."
When Faine remarked on wanting to be Crimson Mage, and how the Pack seemed to be shirking its duties, Fern couldn't help but agree to that as well.
"I hope to be promoted to Crimson Knight in the near future, and possible the leader of them all later on. After that, I don't know. I'll see what happens. Do you want to do anything else besides make it to Crimson?"