A soft snort escaped her when the stranger who seemed more in control of himself commented about her being sadistic. He was very much entitled to his opinions and if she had encountered him a lone she would have said something, forcing herself to bite her tongue since Thomas was around. Seravi was a wolf who knew her place despite her nature and would not dare act out of line. As always she was an obedient little wolf and would always remain that way. There were more important matters to attend to than her being mean to wolves that were welcomed into their pack for the moment. Like keeping them safe, especially the newly changed one, for instance since they were easier targets. If they were welcomed then she would not object; after all this pack welcomed her into their little den when she didnâ€™t have anywhere else to go. She was a violent wolf who could barely control herself, so use to killing anything that moved when given the order, but even then they had accepted her instead of killing her in the end.<br/><br/>She kept an eye on the strangers, keeping her position towards the back though not as far behind as Aidan while they walked back to the den. Her ears and eyes were ever searching for even the faintest sound that could be recognized as another wolf. One could never be too vigilant and she was still ready to turn anything that seemed even remotely threatening into whatever species of animal they were confetti. The beast would not be satisfied until it got what it wanted. Yet this forest was quiet, almost too quiet. It unnerved her but she remained neutral despite her desire to sink her fangs into something and spill blood. Seravi huffed softly as she forced back her inner self for just a moment when she didnâ€™t catch onto anything.<br/><br/>They had made it back to the den in once piece, thankfully, deep down Seravi was actually thankful there had not been trouble. The aroma of fresh food prepared by Kakasha caught her nose and she licked her lips, feeling the hunger roar gently in her stomach. â€œSmells wonderful either way,â€ she commented. Despite her feelings towards the guests and her mild impatience nobody said she was completely lacking of manners.<br/><br/>A smirk formed on her lips when Aidan mentioned that it would be the usual set up during meal time. The line was something she would have expected. It was fine with her as well, having no complaints about it what so ever, for she knew that everyone would get something in the end. It was one of the reasons this pack has earned her respect: they were very organized, welcoming, and the Alphas in the pack were damn good Alphas though she was probably being biased since she has only ever been in this pack. She could care less about the other packs out there; as far as she was concerned right now they were the enemy. During this time of year that could be taken many ways, and the beast in her grew somewhat restless again. Fortunately she had control of herself enough not to act out but she couldnâ€™t help but have her eyes wander to the males just enough so it wouldnâ€™t be evident that she was silently checking them out while she waited for food to be finished.<br/><br/>When it was her time to receive her portion of the meat she sat furthest away from everyone while she ate. It was just like her to be alone while she ate since she hardly ever interacted with the pack. Sometimes it was more out of habit, being a little protective than anything, but it was usually because she was not much for company while she ate or in general though that was needless to say. She has and probably always will be a loner for most of her life. Getting adjusted to this pack thing was still taking some time, even during meal time, even if she didnâ€™t really have anything personal against any of the pack members. In the end the pack was just a bunch of misfits in this harsh world trying to survive. Seravi was no different. Her thoughts went back to her life with her uncle while she ate, which was not an uncommon thing of her. She was always thinking about her uncle.<br/><br/>She hid it well, her longing for home, her old home, knowing that this was her home now. And that placed aside, she couldnâ€™t help but smile to herself when she finally finished her meal. â€œWell, hereâ€™s where I say my â€˜compliments to the chef.â€™â€ She chuckled under her breath. The meat had been a little tough but it was fine with her and in the end the beast was satisfied.<br/><br/>The meals around here were always satisfying in her opinion. Human food never really cut it for her back home, as much as she missed, it, so a good old fashioned kill cooked over an open fire always hit the spot.