That trust seemed to increase as she grew in strength too and eventually came to be to the point of respecting her because of the weapon she carried. Which in it’s own was frustrating when the weapon you carried was more famous than you were. But the fact that put people at ease helped a bit. She wanted folks to feel safe; to know that someone was fighting for them.
Deciding that she should take a break she’d lean the golden assegai up against a wall while taking a seat on a crate. The sun was hanging low in the sky and it was close to evening. So she had been on patrol for about four hours now; pulling out some meat from her bag she’d take a bite out of it. Ears still perked and flicking around attentively; even if she was on break if something happened she would get there in two shakes of a wolf’s tail.
Or two shakes of her own tail. honestly something could just happen and she’d be fine with it. Boring patrols often made it difficult to want to do them; begrudging even. But the day that something did? She’d be fully prepared.
”Maybe a stop by the tavern is warranted later hmm…”
She’d adjust a little bit on the crate; her armor black as night stood out against her fur and her sheer size of nearing ten feet would make her even easier to spot. Which also meant that folks that were on the lookout for her would have plenty of damn time to run. She was a huge threat; even more so than a lot of her kind given her training.