Valkyrie--though her head had snapped up as quickly as anyone's at the sound of the horn, ears swiveling forward and perking to catch every nuance of the sound--now proceeded to give a wide yawn and lay her head back across her front paws as though the shifting of pack dynamics did not concern her. She looked bored with the whole thing, though a smoldering look in her eyes gave away that she was listening intently. Listening, filing away, forming opinions--none of them positive. She was a difficult one to impress--not because her standards were particularly high, but because she had no desire to see anyone in a positive light. She preferred to keep all at a distance, her problems her own, her solutions solitary.