Adrian had taken time to come to the realization that she needed to adapt to the changes in her home. In the end, it didn't matter if it was Blackthorne, Pine, her father, some stranger from another land. She would adapt; she was actively adapting while trying not to lose herself in the process.

That did not change the fact that she wanted to lash out at him at times. The dark grey girl was still figuring the Darkbringer out. She was half his age, so there was only so much she knew and only so much she could figure out. "It is cruel to not let him have the choice then like you give him now," she said. But she did not deny anything else the brute said. The world was a myriad of possibilities.

At least there was some glimmer of hope for her. Blackthorne was willing to give her a chance. Adrian never dreamed to hold any significant position in her very young life. Her ears pricked briefly, but she did not like what his request was. Bring another here. She didn't know many wolves, so maybe finding someone she had no possible attachment to was the way to approach that. "Done," the girl said. At this point, she wasn't going to linger near him any longer, unless forcibly made to do so. The dark colored girl took a few steps back before darting off across the already near border. Someone with no attachments, that's what she needed. That way she would feel less bad about bringing some unsuspecting wolf to the moors.