Katja continued to simply watch him impassively while he spoke, gold-specked mercury gaze half-lidded as she considered. This was simply... what? A test? A shot in the dark? Was he seeing which pack was more responsive, or simply allowing fate and the gods to decide what would happen? The man was expressionless as herself, giving little away, and it was as intrigued as she was wary. It could make for simply refreshingly straightforward conversation, or it could make for danger. She would have to be prepared for the latter. "I speak for the pack Ebony," she allowed finally. "I am Drottning, queen as you say. Was it joining us you wanted then, or questioning?"
