Other then her healing skills the youngling was dead set on sharpening her fighting capabilities. In now way did Banshee ever want to be considered weak or some sort of damsel. She desired nothing more then to combine her healing and fightings skills to be a self sufficient Wolf. Maybe one day Ashen would think of her to be great enough to hold a high rank like her father or Sirius. Thoughts of the fanged beast who had claimed a tier two rank filled her mind. For some reason he was the one Wolf he made her feel uneasy. It wasn't fear but perhaps it was slight admiration. Banshee knew he had been a slave to her family but with nothing but his skills he rose through the ranks. It was something that struck home with the girl. She never wanted to get a rank due to her name but only due to her attributes. Banshee slithered from her den along one of the toes that made up the Wolfpaw Lake. A yawn formed from her jaws and she blinked the slumber from her eyes. She had already nibbled on a bit of 'breakfast' before leaving so she wasn't exercising on any empty belly. Thus, she hastily began to make her way towards the area between the ravine and the lake. - As she reached a proper clearing Banshee lifted her head and let forth a strong call that was meant for only one wolf. Sirius. ""

He had encountered little of the small Klein, the wolf who had been the youngest in the pack until Deathbelle’s tiny litter had made its appearance. His duties to Deathbelle, and his self-proclaimed ones to Zee hadn’t put him in the same circles as the child. It was with some surprise that he heard her voice, calling out to him. He received less summons now that he stood as the Daimyo Warlord of the pack. Regardless, he never considered himself above the Klein’s he had faithfully served all his life... not unless they offered danger to those he possessively protected. The titan left his den, and made his way up the ravine without hesitation. Curious what had caused the small Lady to seek him. He found her in a clearing by the lake, standing tall and proud in the open space, waiting for his answer. He approached her quietly, offering her a slight bow, slighter than it had once been, as was fitting for the Warlord, but one that still held respect to the ruling family. “You called me for?” he asked her softly. "Speech"