After seeing the Alpha die, Dances had tried to get out of her cage by slamming her body against the door. When her savior had come over and asked if they weren't going to try to kill her, Dances tilted her head her. [color=00aeef]"Why would I do that?"[/color] she asked. [color=00aeef]"Considering you saved my life, most likely. If you hadn't, the  Gods only know what they might have done to me."[/color] She stood up, but she still had to sort of crouch. 

[color=00aeef]"Now, let me out as favor, please?  They're here somewhere, my bow, arrow quiver, and my knives, too."[/color] Dances scented the wind and smelled blood. Good, her captors were dead. The female with the bow was giving her this odd look, but clearly knew what the chained Etori'ka was, so she just grinned, revealing sharp canines-an adaptation that had occurred in all elves when they'd had to become carnivores. 

Although they had been opposed to eating meat, at first because of the spiritual link between elves and animals, they gave in. [color=00aeef]

"Dances-with-Phantoms, member of the Sand-travels-at-Night Tribe, at your service,"[/color] She said, dipping her head. Then she grimaced. [color=00aeef]"[i]Former[/i] member, anyways."[/color] She was still a bit ticked off about being booted out of her tribe.