no crime of passion is worth the crime of fashion

'This is Vi, one of my many members.'

His words echoed in her mind as she paced slowly in the middle grounds between the boarder where Taurig and she had met their newest member and her fallen tree where she and Zara were now living. She had left soon after Taurig's arrival, giving him a wide eyed stare as she walked before him to leave that she hoped gave him the message that she wanted to speak with him. Yes she had been debating asking Taurig for a rank but this was completely out of the blue and had struck her quite suddenly. Though the temptress had done a good job of keeping that sly smile in place when he had dropped the bomb for the sake of sparing their possible new member the sight of Vi letting her emotions take over. And two big emotions had clashed together, one had been anger, wanting to drag Taurig off by his ear and yell at him. The other just as strong being happiness and the desire to cover him in excited kisses. So she had left to let them speak and to sort through her own emotions. Well... She had gotten her wish to be a part of the pack, she could be thankful at least that she and Taurig was on a similar page. But now they had to talk details... So she would slow her pacing and turn to wait to see if Taurig had gotten the hint. Unlike the first time they had met she eventually folded her haunches beneath her and sat, head lowered slightly in a submissive pose. She respected him enough to show him as much.