Wake up and fight again

The observant femme made note of the way his hackles bristled when she turned to face him, moving toward him. The brow of her white eye patch quirked, one ear tilting back. Why did he look so unsettled? Had he seen a ghost? When he began to growl, both of her ears pinned back and she paused, placing herself into a defensive stance, returning the growl until he smirked suddenly. The confused expression returned to her face, brow lifting and ears tilting awkwardly. Why wasn't he going to 'waste' energy fighting? Her lips pursed forward slightly, eyes narrowing, suspecting that he was excusing himself from a fight for some reason. She huffed as he said he had real enemies to fight, and wars to wage. She didn't have time to wonder further about what he meant, as he went on to say he was seeking warriors, in order to fight for vengeance and conquering other packs. Her eyes widened slightly, head turning to the side slightly as she eyed him sideways. What was he getting at?

When he didn't continue, she realized she would have to work a little to pull more information from him, and to find out why he was telling her this. "So, you've got a quest for revenge and you need others to fight with you - or for you?" she questioned, remaining guarded and trying to keep him on his toes as well - she wasn't going to be sucked into something that she didn't know about, to be used by someone she didn't know. "If you're looking for warriors to fight with you, how are they supposed to know following you's worthwhile?" she pressed him, "And how will you know if a wolf's good enough for you if you don't fight them to find out?" Again she pressured him, wanting what she wanted - blood - trying to rile him just enough without making an instant enemy out of him. She wasn't here to make enemies. She was just here to have some fun.