<span style="font-style: italic">"We're late. Aren't we?" she muttered.</span><br/><br/>Wolfcub raised an eyebrow, a smile snaked across her muzzle. She folded her arms under her bosom, standing in a condescending stance over them, keeping her head level and glaring down at them. Her legs braced apart showing an image of power and authority. The new kid, a mix of several various Feral breeds, stood frozen as a deer caught in the headlights, which took her a moment to realize what he was staring at: hers.<br/><br/>"You became late when the bell rang, yet decided to stand in the hall and have a chat before coming inside." she said, her head tilting downward to meet their eyes, "Miss Crawford. Take your seat please."<br/><br/>Wolfcub watched as she scrambled inside and took her seat. She smiled and winked at Donta, who seemed to relax a little and she motioned for him to enter.<br/><br/>"Class we have a new student this term. Please make him feel welcome and if I hear of any of those special 'initiations', there will be consequences." she said. A quick glance at Donta and she saw him swallow a nervous lump in his throat, "His name is Donta and please treat him with respect as you wish to be treated." she turned to Donta with a warm smile, "You can take the seat between Kate and Angela, Donta. Welcome to the Academy."