She is smart - or at least, tenacious. She immediately moves for my neck, aiming her teeth towards my face or head. I cannot say for certain for I am too focused on disabling her in some small way - yet, I must move when I can hear her breath. In any other situation, I might have remained put and yet, this is a test. I wish to see what she knows already. Instinct is always there, lingering behind the orchestrated play that is rationality and humility. At our cores, we are all hunters - or capable of killing. Some of us are just more inclined to welcome those instincts. And some of us simply do not know how to turn away from them. Such is their allure, I suppose.

She is seated if not a little awkwardly now, and I pull away suddenly. I do so in an effort to throw her balance off or at least unnerve it - as soon as I my skin is free from her teeth (a liberal mouthful of fur being her prize, though perhaps they taste ever so slightly like blood thanks to their deep roots), I suddenly turn back towards her. I lunge once more, this time for her chest, in an effort to shove her backwards and onto her back. It is the best way, I figure, to test her drive to succeed or at least survive. It is a natural instinct, after all, to squirm without thought when one is suddenly stomach up. If she can fight past that, perhaps she will counter me - if not, then she better use those legs well lest I take another.

Even now, I have little doubt that she will prove suitable. We have few dedicated warriors here - apathy, it seems, is a universal plague that we must shake free of. Sinclair had taken a natural suspicion to me, it seems, and so he had taken a modest rank despite his skills. It is... disappointing, I suppose, and yet I am quietly hopeful that this one shall prove to be even greater than he. She is still young, after all, and born with the natural ability to remain entirely silent. There is truly nothing more unnerving than a wolf incapable of expressing their pain. Death is often silent. Let her become part of that mythos.

Regardless of the outcome, I remain close to her, keeping my head low. I watch her keenly, observing each and every minute detail of her movements. I will see any hint of fear in her eyes and yet, so far I have seen little more than excitement. Perhaps she is not ready to be our Wildfire yet. She will be, though. It will not be an easy path, however, and in time, she will be tested in more ways than one.