Watching her yank her hair had made me flinch. That she hurt herself more than she hurt us was shocking to me, if not all the others. She seemed to be ignoring our presence. She had looked us over when she came in and then decided we were not in the room.
We had allowed her to look. It was expected that she would. No hot blooded male would deny a female the right to look him over. It was in our best interest to let them look. With any luck she would like what she saw and consider the pack for more.
