Both Wolf and Max had eventually been called in.
Compared to how they had felt earlier that same day, there was a noticeable shift in their demeanor. They were walking with a little more confidence, standing taller, no longer weighed down by the tension of wondering where they stood. Originally, the two had believed they were on thin ice with the Rejected Corps. But after what had happened, they figured things might be turning around.
Their display of strength during the earlier conflict had clearly made an impact, at least, they hoped so. They imagined Dud and Na had spoken up on their behalf, put in a good word or two. After all, even those two had seemed impressed by how much they'd managed to contribute. It wasn't luck either. Both Max and Wolf were getting stronger, and fast. Each skirmish, each fight, it was sharpening them. They were improving in real time, and it showed.
