Silence floated like driftwood for a brief moment. Her pink eyes traveled between each of the mercenaries, patient for them to form questions that were not immediately on the surface of their minds. Meanwhile, she observed their demeanors and took carefully consideration in their scents. Goldie appeared to still be a loner despite his growth in charisma. Loners were a difficult breed to deal with, especially one like Brindle-Boy. She expected him to be a closet psychopath, which meant she suspected him of little or no empathy toward others. The bias was based on her observations of their previous encounter, but… pups changed. She’d soon be in a position to better judge his character. When no questions came, Segin impatiently spoke into the silence. Grimoire stood, and said,

"I will speak with you first, Brindle, then the Gold Hood, and lastly Red Eyes."

Grimoire did not wish her relationship with Zharko to be known. Often mothers had been made helpless with her young’s neck between fangs… and she wished her adopted boy to reach that point of her heart, if that functioned. As it was, Grimoire knew she would let his neck snap in pursuit of her goals. She stepped across the cold stone and toward a secluded corridor of the cave and waited patiently for Segin to follow her. She sat softly on the cool ground and waited only for Segin to enter to begin speaking. It was best not to keep the impatient waiting… Ha! Curtesy. She had that one carefully trained to perfection.

"You chose to come to this meeting. What purpose had you in attending?"

She couldn’t well make a blind offer. The spectrum of possibilities was too broad. For example, she could give him high standing in the new regime, a slave, sex, someone to murder, murder someone for him, keep a wolf prison for him, find a missing wolf, etc. etc.. She needed it narrowed in order to give him appropriate payment. Grimoire hoped a purpose of his attendance would reveal a paw hold, otherwise she’d be forced into a dreadful guess and check interrogation process she doubted Segin would have the patience for.

Whatever the case ended up being, he would be a valuable asset to have at her side if she could manage to secure his temporary loyalty. Not many wolves could stand up to such magnificent muscle. For the ones that could, she would venture to say that such a wolf would likely leave with more damage than such an encounter would be worth. Oo. The thought of such a blood bath made her skin tingle. She hoped to see such an event…