Sidriel stood before the wolf, knowing that he could snap her spine with a swift bite- and it was this fear that had turned into curiosity, into her wanting to know more. Perhaps it was an effort to save her life, but a part of her was strongly wanting to believe him. Her tail slowly made it's way out from between her legs and ceased it's quivering as she stared up at him. She did not cower as he approached her. No, cowering in fear would get her nowhere, certainly not with this specific wolf. It took all of her strength, but she did not recoil as he licked her. She knew it was not comforting, not taunting, but simply a reminder of his strength against hers. And she appreciated it, in a strange way, knowing her place.

His next words made her tilt her head. "More... does that mean that the Shade is calling for me, too?" Sidriel asked, and it was an innocent enough question, as if she did not know the ramifications of what she had said. It was a bit exhilarating, if it were true, because the girl felt as though she had been chosen by something very special.

She listened to his explanation with intelligence clear in her eyes. Sidriel was truly trying to understand his ideology, and she thought that she finally had gotten it. The girl was young and malleable, and it was easy for her to believe something that most would think was lunacy. "That doesn't seem fair at all." She said with a small frown. "So I think I understand. Why should I have to hunt for the weak and keep them alive when they will only make more weak wolves that need to be provided for?" Sidriel paused, clearly mulling over his words. "The weak slow us down, because they take resources away from those who can actually provide them."