Cedar Sweep Ring the bells that still can ring

He was very abrupt with his reply, which Niamh didn’t think was terribly wise- considering his meagre, fledgeling pack had chosen to settle within an easy journey of one which was large, and had several dedicated warriors. If anything, a wiser wolf would have been more respectful and wary while he only had a few wolves at his back. Niamh had an army. So even though she was outnumbered there, she knew full well that any trouble they gave her would be met by a downpour of vengeance as soon as she sent up a call. She still felt confident even though there were three of them and one of her.

The newest, at least, looked relatively peaceful and quite close with the male, Issun. She had an unusual coat pattern- sort of a skunk stripe down her spine that Niamh found both amusing and alluring, in its striking boldness. The tiny white female snorted and earned a look from Niamh, who narrowed her eyes at the petite femme who, she figured, should know better than to scoff at a stranger when their group was too small yet to even be considered a pack. 

He spoke to the darker female in a language she didn’t understand- but she did like the way it flowed. The words were quick but soft, and very dissimilar from her mother tongue. Her ears pricked in curiosity; it was likely similar to the way the Redhawks would speak to one another with ptero, so strangers wouldn’t understand. 

Still, despite the arrogant pale female’s snort and the subtle tap tap of her tail as though to show impatience, she gave him an answer. If they were to be a pack, that little female would have to learn to be patient- otherwise, she would easily bring a war upon them. How easy- and satisfying- it would be to bring just a few Redhawks and readicate them simply because the little female had been rude to her...But she tempered her ire; she herself was similar to Issun in nature when dealing with strangers at the borders, and the dark female at his side had a look about her that Niamh liked. She, at least, was being mature.

”I was just scouting for herds and came across your markings. As we currently share the Hinterlands, I thought it best to meet those who have claimed this forest.” She said. Pretty standard, rational answer. ”We live on the Heron Lake Plateau,” She said, gesturing in the direction of her pack. It was no secret, and she still saw np reason to feel threatened or hide information from such a small group of wolves. ”Have you branched out from another pack in the Valley, or are you loners?” She asked- wanting to know somply because their relationship would obviously be different had they come from an allied pack before deciding to settle off on their own.