Sera had a little lamb

Her eyebrows twitched at his strange reaction. Laugher burst free from him as through he could not contain it any longer. A tinge of relief ran through her, she was far more accustomed to anger. There was also a strange new emotion in her. She barely had a word for it, but it smouldered lightly in her vains as he laughed at her. She was... affronted, that he would find her struggles so amusing. However, the thought of being offended by laughter was more amusing then not. It seemed she had a lot to learn of herself, now that she was free.

She had already stopped speaking, and she held her silence as he raised a paw against her. Perhaps fearing more tales would tumble free of her muzzle of he didn't do something. Perhaps he wasnt entirely wrong, the truth was, speech was her only weapon.

What did she want? She looked at the blue wolf, who held a confidence about him like a second skin. No doubt he thought of himself as a wolf with the sex appeal of a God. So long as he kept those paws to himself, they would get along just fine. And if he tried to force her? Well... well. She wouldn't have to worry about it for long, she would fight against it till the death. She had proved that to herself when she had fought and fled. The catalyst to her new freedom. So, what did she want? She wanted food in her belly, security, and knowledge. She wanted to learn learn fight. She let out a slow, soft breath. "Consider it my audition. I want to join your pack."