Valkyrie stretched on her side in one corner of the room. Her golden eyes were wary as she considered the other inhabitants. She wasn't terribly fond of crowds, and to Kyrie, a crowd was any number greater than herself alone. There were more to keep watch on when there were more present. She laid her head across her front paws, her eyes on Little Howl as he rose to speak. Kyrie rarely left the form she was most comfortable in--Urhan. Despite her relaxed posture, Kyrie was anything but. Tension seethed in her muscles beneath her plush black fur. Always ready to move.<br/><br/>She lifted her head when he spoke her name, golden eyes sparking, and then sliding askance to look over Sangre Loca. She felt uneasy. But then, when did she not feel uneasy? It was a small price to pay for her keen awareness. She licked her lips and dropped her head again as Little Howl handed out assignments. She wondered if he'd placed her with himself to keep an eye on her. Because he thought she wasn't trustworthy? Or because he thought she was too weak for her own assignment?