Rather than taking her by the hand, Galtha gripped her forearm rather gruffly and shook that.
Dehak motioned to the other two centaurs in this little grouping and introduced them, and they each would gruffly shake Bree's forearm. There was a youngish, scrappy looking colt named Hirch (who had the least bloody hand-cloths) armored in pauldrons, a leather chest piece, and a helmet that looked like it was made of bison fur. He had intricate tattoos all over his face and wore two axes at his hip.
The other was Calgrik, who seemed the sheer opposit of Hirch. Big, barely armored save for his hand-cloths, and with an axe-spear strapped across his back.
After introductions, Hirch spoke up.
"Are we going to initiate her? She's joining the Hoof, right?"
Dehak gave Bree a judging look, and put a fist on the bottom of his chin.
"Not until she's been blooded in battle," he said, with chilling nonchalance.