Vashti had tilted her head; half saddened by the tone in Aldo's voice. She could sense his pain for the pack's recent trauma of murder, but amongst that she was confused by another, more hidden, tone in his voice.....one she couldn't quite name. 

  Listening to him she stood up when he announced he would take care of the trash. Not knowing what to say or think she nodded in silence and let him leave. 

 That was when the Ulfric appeared and told everyone there would be an assignment of duties. He had worded his announcement.....strategically.....due to the little ears of blissfully unaware hunters. 

  Attention drawn away from her troubling thoughts Vashti's eyes brightened at the mention of a territorial patrol. In her old pack she often volunteered to go out and walk out the perimeter of the pack's land. It had served as an activity to ease her mind, and after resting for the night her leg was surely up to it. 

  Moving foreword through the gathered pack members she made way to the clipboard set on the bar counter. Grabbing it she jotted down her name and that she wished to participate in patrol. She really had no desire to go to town......and while helping with the sacred grounds seemed like a good way to repay the pack's kindness, she felt as though she would do better on a patrol.