When Valko turned his gaze to her, Ylva lifted her chin slightly, letting her own gaze meet his.  The tension was about more than just what he had said to Olaf, Ylva could feel the power shift and move between the two of them as they locked gazes.  She could see Olaf's eyes drift to the floor as Valko spoke.  Ylva took a breath in and that was when Valko's scent filled her senses.  He smelled of dirt and earth and water, like he wore nature itself upon his form.  It was...enticing.  She was not thrilled with her circumstances here and she was not sure she liked that he was willing to accept her as a gift, rather than just beating Olaf soundly for the suggestion, but she let that go for now.<br/><br/>Olaf looked up at Valko, confused as to how the Alpha expected him to remove the chains without causing pain to himself.  Ylva waited a moment and then rolled her eyes at Olaf's passive nature.  Her focus immediately shifted to her wrists and she began to pull them apart, the silver quietly sizzling as it burned into her skin.  She pulled until the chain became taut and eventually one of the links gave under the pressure, causing the confining jewelry to clatter to the floor at Ylva's feet.  Her wrists stung with the pain of the action, but it had signaled two things that she wanted make clear to both Olaf and Volka.  That she was no damsel and that she could have attacked Olaf during their travels, should she had wished to.<br/><br/>"You're not hungry."  She stated, her eyes on Olaf.  "You will not take advantage of their hospitality.  Return to your coward of a master and tell him this isn't over."  Ylva knew she spoke out of turn here.  This was not her pack, but it was not as if she could suddenly behave as if she were a beta or some lower wolf within the pack.  She was bred to be a leader, as her parents had been.  Olaf did not look back at Valko again, he simply fled the hall and left her alone with the man she supposed was her new Alpha.  He had shown sympathy when he looked at her bound hands, but she did no want to mistake sympathy for actual kindness.<br/><br/>"This is not our way.  Wolves do not trade women like they were goods."  She said, soft enough that his pack around them could not hear her unless they truly strained the edges of their abilities.  She was utterly disgusted by what Antony had done to the Evergreen pack.  He had not wanted her there, because he knew if she remained there it was only a matter of time before she challenged him.  A challenge that Ylva was sure would end with his head parted from his body, among other injuries.  She looked up at Valko, her face as unyielding  as marble, and wondered what his intentions were.  Again, his scent filled her nostrils and this time her wolf moved within her at the scent.  It was an odd thing, but not a signal she could completely ignore.<br/><br/>"Tell me what you want from me, Valko.  Why you accepted this offer?"