The cheering and the underlying mission was music to Felicia's ears. She moved through the crowd head held high. Her walk was steady with only a slight sway of her hips. She tugged her jacket making it fit more snug. As she walked into the war room she was checking her own wrist device. As she saw who was in charge she stopped dead in her tracks. "A wolf?!" Then she looked up and realized he was in the room. She gave a half hearted salute giving a snapping "Sir!" Before putting her hand down and taking a step towards him. "Felicia Pryde reporting." She went into a at ease waiting for some kind of command.