Standing at the window, The Rittmeiser hadn't told or gestured for Anje to relax so the Wölfentreuen scout just stood there at attention. Well. Wouldn't be the first time a superior plain forgot to tell her 'at ease', a few minutes were hardly that bad compared to the more than twelve hours she had once spend completely rigid and waiting for an officer to wake up and maybe walk past the Hound. Discipline and loyalty were often seen as more desirable than wilfulness. Protocol was important, even if it made you sore. Still, Anje somehow managed to straighten herself a little more when Emlin finally turned to face the Hound. Others might've been disturbed or intimidated by Emlin's expression and intense gaze. The Hound however answered Emlin's penetrating stare with innocent curiosity in her eye, unable to even conceive of the idea that Emlin might have malevolent intentions.<br/><br/><b>[Teutari]</b><i><span style="color: #a64dff">‘Stabsunteroffizier. I am going to start talking now and when I stop, you are going to wag your tail and say "Yes Rittmeister. Of course Rittmeister. It will be my absolute pleasure Rittmeister."’</span><br/>
</i><br/>Which is why Anje eagerly wagged her tail an excitedly blurted out<b>"Yes Rittmeister!"</b>while Emlin lowered her guard a little. Anje felt a little happy. She had learned that her superior apparently preferred to be referred to by her rank rather than "ma'am". The completely indoctrinated unterelfe briefly had a silly, happy smile on her face before composing herself once more and giving Emlin her full attention. No need to provoke the Rittmeister through a lack of discipline, Anje noted to herself while watching prepare the alcohol and glasses. Was the Rittmeister expecting another guest after this, Anje should make sure not to waste too much of her time then!<br/><br/>It was true what the Rittmeister said. Sure, the other Unterelfe partaking on this trip had valuable skills critical for the mission but they lacked the integrity of the superior Reik ideals. In times of hardship, they'd turn on each other and to pure selfishness in a spineless attempt to preserve themselves. They held no greater deference to something bigger than themselves, to the Reik and it's citizens.<br/><br/>Anje nodded to Emlin's words, watching the Rittmeister retrieve both revolver and hat. A pang of jealousy coiled in the Hound's gut at whomever's going to receive this promotion, mixed with some mild confusion as to why Emlin was showing her this. Perhaps to make sure the Hound properly respected Emlin's second in command? This confusion, of course, gloriously crashed into the most dumbfounded expression Anje had ever made when the Reik Elf before her extended those hallmarks of rank towards her and explained.<b>"Wait... me!?!"</b>The hound began before swiftly composing herself.<br/><br/><b>[Teutari] "Yes Rittmeister! Of Course Rittmeister! It will be my absolute pleasure and joy, Rittmeister!"</b><br/><br/>The Hound wagged her tail, her voice strong. Anje's eagerness to serve transformed into a burning conviction to serve Emlin at her best.  Stabswachtmeister! Anje had known a few Feldwefel Hounds during her decades long service in  the Reik army but never had she seen a Hound of greater rank or bear a hat like this. Faintly trembling hands removed her old and worn the garrison cap from her head, replacing it with the high-peaked cap. Tail wagging excitedly, Anje fought hard to resist the urge to find a mirror to admire her new headgear.<br/><br/>The revolver too was gently accepted by the Hound, although with not quite as much enthusiasm (Hounds are nothing if not adorably predictable with some of their quirks). Anje would have to practice hard to learn how to use it effectively. The only times Anje had carried Riek-tech weaponry had been to either return it to the owner or return the last memory of the owner to the Reik. Neither had she ever ridden a mount, mechanical or not.<br/><b><br/>
[Teutari] "I will do my utter best to meet and exceed the Reik's and your expectations of me, Rittmeister!"</b><br/><br/>Anje's tail was wagging at full force again, even if the rest of the old wolf tried to maintain discipline and salute her pure-blooded superior.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>