Phantom Hollow Patrols

The healer could scent yet another stranger at their borders, so soon after the last ones had gone. And before them, the last trespasser to leave alive. Things were definitely not looking up for the man the moment Veritas entered the scene, the one truly adult out of them all. Indeed, Carson could see wolves in the distance - and one of them was currently walking towards him, a foreboding figure emerging out of the darkness. 

Cold amber eyes roamed over his body before a curt nod was given. The female refused to sit, eyes narrowing at his tone. Who the hell did he think he was, to talk to a Beta of Moonlit Hills with such a cursory tone? His voice was soft, but not unlike a teacher talking to a child and no way in hell was that okay on Veritas' list. Already the male had displeased one person he could count on to murder him in cold blood just by speaking the wrong way. The nod Veritas gave, as an effect of this, served more of a warning than an acceptance.

She kept her body language carefully neutral though the displeasure in her eyes was already clear enough to all. And while Sage might be tolerating of poor behaviour, this woman who had once been an Alpha of a great pack was not.

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