Consider it accepted. The titan could've almost sighed in relief. He'd managed to convince the untrusting golden beauty to stay within Tortuga as part of his pack. He was making progress. She was a bit more relaxed now than she had been when he'd first come across her, so that had to be a good sign. But then came the decision of choosing what rank she would fit under. He had already guessed that she would excel as a hunter, given the dead doe lying behind her, but he wanted to see if she would tell him herself. He could see the wheels turning behind her emeralds, one of her golden paws brushing against the tawny hide of the beast. She would be vague with her answer, leaving the decision up to him.
Well from what I can see, you would be an excellent hunter, so that will your rank ma'am. Now that you're part of Tortuga, may I catch your name? It was incredible that they'd had an entire conversation and not once had she mentioned her name.
