Rylan relaxed upon hearing Mehmet believing her word, giving off a cute little wag of her tail and smiling as best she could in her wolf form. She was glad the pack had some self-control and didn’t counterattack or anything of the sort. She felt a sense of pride knowing she could trust them, and even some of the vampires since only one had tried to attack them. She felt she definitely owed Nathan one, despite the commotion and rather horrific event given she should have watched more closely for any signs of a sudden attack. Nonetheless, she was glad no one in the pack was hurt.

Rylan listened closely to the plan. Fighting wasn’t her forte and she was confused as well surprised Mehmet picked her along with some of the strongest of the pack. As excited Rylan felt for being picked, she also believed she would slow down the others given her lack of speed and strength. She waited until he was done explaining before announcing her objections. “[b]Are you sure you want me to come along, Metmet?[/b]” She asked, using one of his common nicknames, but then remembered she should be more formal at this gathering, “[b] Er, Alpha? I mean wouldn’t it be better if you choose someone with more combat experience?[/b]”

She realized she was still in her beast form and felt rather rude for staying so. Some of the coven may believe it was an act of breaking the truce or something like that. Even if it were easier for communicating as a wolf, Rylan shifted into her human form. She never had trouble with ruining her clothes when changing forms as she often wore clothes that were bigger than her just in case. It wasn’t like she didn’t have enough clothes, it was just she didn’t like ruining perfectly good ones. Now in the place of a black wolf was now Rylan as a human. On the floor she noticed she dropped her Conversation Pad and picked it up and tucked it beneath her arm. Like clothes, she had plenty of notepads that she also didn’t like to waste.

She grew interested when that same vampire, Dante, had dropped the silver weapons, something she didn’t notice when she had talked to him. That mad her wonder how many others were carrying silver on them. She doubted any of the pack had garlic or stakes in them. [i]Wait, do either of those work? Or was that one of those myths? I guess a stake through the heart would kill anyone either way.[/i] Dante then surprised her once more when he then kneeled and bowed his head. Without all the silver, he’s totally defenseless now, and if either leader wanted, could harm him. She realized perhaps that was his way to show he was loyal to either party. 

Either way, his cute little performance was denied immediately by Mehmet. Rylan was certainly feeling bold, as once again she gave her objections. “Why don’t we give him a chance?” She asked in sign language, “Even if he isn’t the strongest, it could be a chance to, well, develop our alliance. And like he said, he has no hatred towards us, so there would be no reason for him to turn against us!”