Wolf RPG

Once before had the dark long been to these lands he knew as the Teekon Wilds and once before Sinaaq had left viciously disappointed in the options the North had yielded to him. Not a single one of the pack's that inhabited that half of the Wilds were promising. The next choice was a much simpler one, more to the darkling's taste, admittedly of building his own pack. Except he could not raise wolves from perdition to follow him, lest he wished to claim Blackfoot Forest for himself; alone. Of which he had briefly considered before tossing that too to the side, left to be abandoned but perhaps returned to at a later date. In order to build something from nothing he would need followers and currently in the department of those loyal to him he also stood alone. Not even the infection Adlartok was around. The boy no likely longer needed Sinaaq to live as he once had and accordingly the Juvenile's presumed impudence and ungratefulness for the simple fact that Sinaaq had not left him to wither, die and be picked apart by hungry vultures as a mewling pup stung. Adlartok might have been all that he had left of his Dark Priestess, Frigg, but that did not mean that Sinaaq had to allow the once child to leech off of him as he had leeched the life from Frigga hours after his birth until she drew in her last breath. The memory enraged the wretched creature, on top of the thankless premise in which he believed Adlartok had gone from him.

That wasn't entirely true though. Sinaaq was not entirely alone. He had managed to make an acquaintance in a fellow male named Quicksilver though his companion had fallen behind for some reason or another that Sinaaq didn't care enough to ask about when the other male would, no doubt find him again. It was a companionship of conscience — or so the darkling chose to believe.

Sinaaq was left to assume that either Adlartok had managed to find a pack to take him in or he was dead — maliciously the darkling wished for the ignorant child's death, yet at the same time found himself yearning, perhaps miserably for the boy's company. It had not been a tender love that had bound the two of them (at least on Sinaaq's side) but it had been a love nevertheless and to entirely wrote the boy - no matter how angry with him Sinaaq became - entirely out of his life made Sinaaq feel like he was losing Frigga. Physically she had been gone for nearly a year, but because Adlartok had stolen her life she lived on within him. Disdainfully, the darkling let his eyes of liquid gold, fierce and burning settle upon the cluster of trees within the pack's claimed lands he was staring into to capture his attention. Though nothing could be said for he rest of the pack lands the woodsy part appeared dark and though it was, by and far, no Blackfoot Forest, it had an allure to it that beckoned to him. The consideration of joining a pack made Sinaaq curl his lip with distaste. For too long had he been free to do as he pleased. The dominance had been dulled by his time in Wintersun, kept in check by his infatuation with Solia Saturnin; she was not with him now. Without her he was left to roam like an unruly savage; lawlessly reveling in his own anarchy. He loved it, but winter was thinning him. He was not malnourished, nor was he starving but he was thinner than he knew he should have been and while he was vanity incarnate he would not let his own insufferable pride bring with it his death.

Being subdued would no doubt bore and serve to work under his skin like an itch he could not scratch, listening to commands an behaving as of he wore a chain like a domesticated dog, the word morphed into something wretched sounding and derogatory within his mind. Still not convinced it was a good idea, Sinaaq lifted his muzzle skywards and sent out a call for the leadership and with nothing more to do waited, for either Quicksilver or the leadership he had called for.

@Cara and/or @Kaname perhaps?

What had happened back home in Saith Seren was not something that Quicksilver wished to dwell on, but there were times when he could not reign in his thoughts of failure. He'd made a grave error that cost him the support of his family, but from it he learned some valuable lessons: leadership was not something he was ready for, and old guys could still be tough. His father had seen seven long and successful years in his lifetime, his grand age fooling Quicksilver to believe that he had an opportunity to see Siorys' dethroning to success. Alas, the inexperienced yearling had been well and truly put in his place.

He would never forget the anguish in his mother's face as she wept for him, nor the pity in his sisters' eyes as they watched him leave with his tail tucked between his hind limbs as his sire exiled him right then and there. Quicksilver had done as was requested of him and left, his head low in defeat and without as much as a glance over his shoulder.

Life beyond Saith Seren had not been without its perks, however. Occasionally he would band together with other rogue yearlings, with whom he could hunt and spar with, until the time came to separate and pursue their individual paths. The latest youth he happened across, however, was particularly interesting. Sinaaq Something-Or-Other, black of fur and a face that looked as though he was constantly pissed off about something, was a wolf whose patience he regularly tested. And for some miraculous reason, he let Quicksilver tag along on his trip despite clearly not appreciating his fantastic sense of humour.

Until, however, a pretty young wolfess caught Quicksilver's eye. So when the silver yearling vanished in attempt to try his luck with her, Sinaaq failed to wait for him. He moved on, but the young Roux-Abrhen wasn't bothered by being left behind - he saw it as a challenge, and his made a new goal to catch up to his new buddy as swiftly as he could. Days later, certain that he would soon reunite with his raven-pelted companion, the familiar sound of his call caused his ears to prick and his pace to quicken.

Soon he slipped through the trees and, with a satisfied bounce in his step, eased to a relaxed saunter as he made to close the distance between himself and Sinaaq. "Thanks for waiting, asshole," he scoffed, though there was a glint of mischief in his eye. "Jealous, much? I totally would have asked if she had a nice girlfriend for you, by the way." Quicksilver grinned, even though his attempts at pursuing the female had been unsuccessful. It didn't hurt to pretend they were, however!

Hello!

He saw them, two wolves conversing at the edge of his territory. The assassin hid in the shadows, his blue eyes observing the pair. One was the one who called for him, while the other had arrived at the same time as he. The latter wolf spoke of a female he had encountered, which had Kaname thinking of the identity of said female, and if it was one of their own.

The assassin parted from the darkness and approached the pair, tail high and ears erect. "Who are you two and what do you want?"

mind if I jump in too ? <3

Since her rise, Cara had been explicitly clear to those who remained about their need for new bodies among their ranks. Not only because the insubordination of some among other things had left their ranks thin but because in the harshness of Winter and upcoming prospect of the leading pair (Kaname and her) procreating they would all the help they could receive. And while The idea of having unknown strangers walk among them curled the fur on the nape of her neck in terror she knew it was necessary. For once the Ouroboros must leave the hostility aside.

That's why when the voice of a stranger calling to request someone's presence at the borders, the Warden could not help but to attend. Even if she had given instructions for the other wolves of the Spine to use when coming across strangers at the border she could not help but feel this was a call she had to attend personally.
She moved quickly from where she had stood, her paws tearing over the freshly fallen snow as she made her way to greet not one but two strangers -- who had already been intercepted by her Kaname, her mate.

With her own body adopting the same dominant posture as the brown assassin she moved forth, weaving her way to his side and stopping briskly just a couple of feet in front of him. Her pale yellow eyes never ceasing to scan over the two males with a certain sense of curiosity.

This is Ouroboros Spine, led by myself and my mate Kaname She barked motioning briefly to him with her snout and waving her tail affectionally near his muzzle.
While she had no qualms with Kaname taking charge of the interrogation she thought that giving the males an introduction didn't hurt.
Especially not if this was going where she thought it was.

So it's been a while since I wrote a 1000 word post! :D Also, sorry for Sinaaq he's a butt sometimes, aha. This should be interesting! :-)

Sinaaq could not help the smirk, twinged as it was with smugness when his intuition in regards to his companion, Quicksilver, was proven correct. A companionship of convenience it may have been but it was left up to fate if the other teen would abandon him as Aldartok had or not; though in order to feel abandoned one had to care in some way or another about the other party — Sinaaq didn't much care what happened to Quicksilver aside from the fact that it would force him to hunt alone once more which tended to be a bit of an inconvenience, especially when one wished to hunt something bigger than a hare. Sinaaq had no issue with earning his keep but he did not like to make more, unnecessary work for himself, either. The darkling's smirk of smugness tapered into a curl of irritation upon ebon lips as he spared his companion as glimpse over a willowy shoulder peppered with cinnamon and rust, rolling his eyes at the other male as he watched Quicksilver saunter towards him. Such arrogance, the darkling thought with a slight raise in agitation; though the irony did not fail to escape him. They were alike in numerous ways, though vastly different in others, as well. Maybe it was the ...kinship or their alikeness, mixed up by their differences so that they were able to at the very least tolerate one another, that kept them together as companions.

A scowl darkened the Arrluk's expression at Quicksilver's jeer, a sharp glance was sent towards him, conveying that Sinaaq did not appreciate them, though his demeanor changed quickly, mirroring his companion's mischief with a vitriolic slyness of his own. “Perhaps my warning of being left behind was unclear,” Sinaaq teased in a soft hiss, brow rising into a wicked arch over his right eye. Rather, Sinaaq had been sure that he had made himself perfectly clear when Quicksilver and him had went over the ...agreement of their companionship; and anyway Sinaaq had never catered or babied Aldartok who had been a child, let alone a creature the same age as his own – or if not the same age than close. A snort left Sinaaq's black, leathery nostrils when Quicksilver presumed to think that he was jealous that Quicksilver had taken off in the interest of a female. Though Quicksilver was not entirely wrong on that mark for Sinaaq's pride and envy were both top competitors in what was dominantly Sinaaq's personality, though more of the time the sins seemed bound to work together than against one another; but no he felt no envy for Quicksilver's need to find a conquest, nor envy for the fact that the other male succeeded. Sinaaq did not desire to chase so loosely after the fairer sex. He had, had something that had felt very real to him but fate was a cruel and unforgiving mistress in the fact that Sinaaq was here and Solia was becoming nothing more than a distant, albeit painful memory. Quicksilver, of course, did not know that for Sinaaq had no interest of divulging into his personal life. “I have no interest in your conquests, their nice friends or your leftovers,” Sinaaq spoke in a dismissive tone, eloquent despite the slight lisp on certain words that his Germanic accent lent him. “Or rather your lack of conquests.” Sure, Quicksilver's fur held a wisp of perfume-y fragrance, undeniably the scent of the girl he had chased after, but it did not cling to the tendrils of Quicksilver's fur as it would have should he have been successful with his intentions. Sinaaq found his companion's attempt to lead him on to believe everything he said as insulting but Sinaaq put up with it for reasons that were not wholly known to him presently. The darkling murmured something under his breath to himself in German, not caring if Quicksilver understood it or not, confident that even if the other could understand German he had spoken it low enough that it could not be caught.

Sinaaq's attention diverted from Quicksilver, however, when a brown male made himself resolutely present, brows furrowing slightly as he wondered if the elder man had heard their conversation. Though Sinaaq had done his fair share of eavesdropping before, understandably and hypocritical though it was, he did not like when it was done to him, though it was not as if Quicksilver and him had been speaking of anything overly important. In actuality, none of what they had spoken to one another had been of any importance at all — just casual (or rather what was casual for them) conversation. Sinaaq held himself with muted curiosity but he made no moves to bow, after all he was inquiring more than anything currently, and he would not show submission until it was warranted and he was an official member. Curiously, Sinaaq glimpsed as his companion to study Quicksilver's stance before his eyes slid back on and focused upon the brown male who made no introduction, instead jumped right into demands. Names and what they wanted. Sinaaq's head cocked to the side as he studied the male that had slunk out of the shadows. The darkling offered a Cheshire grin though it held no mirth. It was as his lips parted to speak that his words were held as he stilled his tongue, sharp canines grazing the muscle when a woman appeared next, striding closer than her earthen companion, offering an introduction placing an emphasis — for what reason Sinaaq did not know, he did not care if the earthen male was her mate, her brother or her father; It made no difference — on the word mate giving them a name to associate with him though she offered no name of her own.

Sinaaq felt his brow rise into that wicked arch once more as he looked to Quicksilver to garner some kind of reaction from the other teen, holding his silence, before his lips parted once more to speak. A slight curl of his lips in distaste was given when he watched the woman openly tease the older male with her tail though quickly before it could be seen he masked it; it was a move that Sinaaq perceived as an extremely sensual one. Abruptly he found that he was disgusted. How unprofessional and unworthy it made her seem for her position in the Arrluk's eyes. It stated to him that she would rather be fucking her older mate than handling her responsibilities. Sinaaq believed that business and pleasure should never be mixed and certainly not in front of wolves that were potential new recruits for them. As usual, though. the darkling displayed nothing further than cold indifference. It was his default mode, an effective way of hiding what he was truly thinking; though currently he was debating on if he should even bother here. He had no tolerance for poor leadership, despite how unfair he was judging her because he did not know her, but first impressions meant a lot and thus far his first impression was less than rudimentary. Quicksilver could do whatever he wanted but unless things changed with their conversation Sinaaq was already on the cusp of leaving. A chance to redeem herself for that display was all Sinaaq was willing to give. After all, there were other packs. This was hardly his only choice. “I am Sinaaq and this,” The darkling jerked his muzzle towards his companion. “is Quicksilver. We are looking to inquire about this pack,” Sinaaq informed them without coming right out and saying that they wished to join because while he could not speak for Quicksilver he was not so sure he wanted to do much of anything than garner whatever information they could give him to make a weighed decision, his willingness already dampened by his tendency to judge harshly.

Okay, so the Overseer of Glumville and Boringtown was far smarter than Quicksilver gave him credit for. With a quick whiff, Sinaaq put two and two together and concluded that said encounter with the wolfess that he'd spoke of had been a failure The truth of it was that she'd ignored him almost entirely as he trailed after her for damn near a whole day, until finally she clacked her teeth at him and told him to piss off. "Hey, sharing is caring," the yearling grinned then, his tail lashing cheerfully at his rear. It didn't bother him in the slightest that Sinaaq didn't believe him - there would likely be plenty of other fine ladies to woo, wherever they were headed.

He did not register the appearance of another dark male as he slithered from the shadows, where he'd been lingering to spy and eavesdrop. It was only when he realised that his travel-partner spotted the arrival that Quicksilver's sapphire gaze promptly followed, and he looked upon the pack wolf with curiosity. This guy seemed to need to lighten up more than Sinaaq did! He prowled closer, and the yearling watched carefully for any signs of hostility. Instead of flaunting his dominance in a bristled display of power like so many often did, the sooty wolf merely regarded the two young loners with an arch of his tail and what Quicksilver assumed to be distaste in his gaze.

What a dick, the teen mused, canting a raven ear backward as he made to exchange an unimpressed glance with Sinaaq. But then along came something else, a she-wolf of utmost beauty, with a pelt of butterscotch spun with shades of warmth, who loped onto the scene with collected pride. She caught his attention at once just as most pretty faces did, and Quicksilver gawked at her in awe even as she introduced the first on the scene as her not just her mate, but her mate with great emphasis.

What. The. Hell? Seriously? Lovely thing like that, hooking up with some grandpa and actually being proud of that? With a fleeting twitch of his lip in mild abhorrence, Quicksilver straightened himself into a more dignified, neutral posture as opposed to the relaxed slouch he'd adopted. He supposed he ought to be congratulating the older male for winning over someone as gorgeous as she, but the silver Roux-Abrhen certainly thought she could've chosen a far better partner. Maybe she just had daddy issues or something, he didn't know, but for the time being he was content to let Sinaaq do the talking for them both. Quicksilver wasn't exactly... elegant, with his words.

I love how much of a pedophile Kaname seems to everyone XD

Before he could even speak, Cara came in, proudly introducing herself as alpha of the pack and his mate. She reinforced the face with a gentle flick of her tail across his face. Kaname merely snorted in response, not showing as much sensuality that Cara always did, intended or natural.

He got onto business then, seeing the displeasure of the darker wolf, and the amorous glances the silver wolf was giving Cara, something that was already starting to piss him off. "Inquire? What exactly do you want to know about the pack? We are not going to freely give away information to strangers."

hahah for some reason I knew the subtle tail flick would not go unnoticed :B
Also Tokio omg I doubt I have ever done a 1000 word post in my life x_x
[size=xx-small]ps: kaname ily<3 [/size]

Titles were important to Cara, she could not lie.
Even if in the beginning of times they had seemed but nothing other than hollow labels to her, they had slowly begun to hold transcend into something more meaningful; something more powerful. As soon as she had noticed that these so called 'labels' she had once loathed not only served as a guide that established hierarchy for the members of the pack itself but also altered the interactions with the individuals outside, she had understood the sense of it all .
An Alpha was never treated the same way as a subordinate, and all who argued otherwise was a hypocrite. This ideology, as selfish and materialistic at it might seem this had became her truth.
Hence the fact she did not even hesitate to present herself with her full title.

Now, her view on titles that did not regard the pack but more personal matters was a different one. While she had not initially planned to go around screaming the news of her engagement from the rooftops, she had decided to tell this once because even her, the Queen of secrecy, knew that this was not a status that could be concealed (nor she wanted to) for too long. And again -- if the reason of their call was what she thought it was, there was really no point in hiding what later would be evident.

And this, apparently, was something she shared with the strangers since as soon as the words exited her mouth they did not hesitate to show their blatant disgust towards them. While this might have been considered offensive, the Spine Queen wasn't even in the least bothered by it.
Daddy issues or flat out blindness as they might have call it was not what supported their engagement. In fact, it was much more simple.
Desire.
Not carnal or sensual necessarily, but a merely selfish profitable one.
While she could not deny she had an uncatalogued fondness towards the brown assasin, she didn't not dare to call it love.
And if Kaname knew her, he would already know so.

But anyways, the reasons, how ever unreasonable, of their fresh engagement was not what they were here to discuss hopefully.
With her pale eyes inspecting the younger male's body as the other took his turn to speak, the Queen began to ponder on what kind of answer they were seeking.
However, before she could voice such thoughts, the gruff response of Kaname interrupted her...

Without showing any change in her calm demeanor, she turned to face him, her eyes kind yet direct when giving him a silent reminder that they could not give themselves the luxury of turning people off based solely on first impressions.Unless it is a spot here you seek. She interjected gracefully after Kaname's brusque speech.
What do you want to know? She prodded once more while she swiveled her ears carefully towards them, as she waited for their response.

I get carried away when I write for Sinaaq. :P Obviously, Sinaaq's thoughts do not in any way reflect my own, personal thoughts.

Sinaaq did not necessarily share Quicksilver's outlook on the old saying of "sharing is caring" though the ebony darkling did not voice this. Instead, he made a small indignant noise in the back of his throat mere moments before Kaname had made his presence known to them. Quicksilver, Sinaaq noticed, seem to be content to allow Sinaaq to do the speaking for them which was a task the darkling took to without hesitation. He did not mind being in charge of their little duo, surprised albeit pleasantly so that Quicksilver was alright with him speaking for them in a collective manner. This was something that Sinaaq had grown used to while he had been raising Adlartok and it was a pattern he fell back into with ease and comfort.

Noticing Kaname's ...discomfort — which did not adequately describe the touch of ire that has begun to show upon the earthen male's face — Sinaaq peeked a glance at Quicksilver to let out softly exasperated and subtle snort, accompanied with a roll of his eyes. Quicksilver did not seem to bother making attempts to hide the fact that the unimpressive queen (in Sinaaq's first impression opinion) had caught his eye; Sinaaq had begun to assume that as long as it was young, pretty and had the appropriate parts it would without a doubt, catch Quicksilver's eye. "aufhören, dass" Sinaaq hissed at his companion quietly in German, his eyes shooting Quicksilver a warning that spoke what his words had meant clearly — even if the German was little more than jibberish to his companion. Sinaaq turned his attention to the queen that Quicksilver been admiring, further not impressed with Kaname's willingness to share anything with them for the simple fact they were strangers. Pensive and contemptuous expression took over Sinaaq's Face, considering that not only was she unprofessional but her mate was an idiot. Cruelly his lips twisted ever so slightly at his own crude humor: they were a match made in heaven.how is the day expect to get numbers that they refused to speak of anything within their borders?

Thus far these Spine wolves were a strike away from him abruptly (and rudely) turning and walking away. Whether Quicksilver would follow or not, if it came to that, Sinaaq did not know and did not much care currently. "That depends on whether Quicksilver and I will be comfortable with calling this place home," As it stood, lest he usurp (as dangerous as such thought was) he not confident that he would be comfortable here at all. Kaname's 'I'm not telling you anything' attitude had not won any points in their favor. It was a pack and one that smelled like they could use the bodies to fill their ranks. The scent of a pack's border markers told a lot about the pack's numbers, after all. "Useful things. How you lead," Sinaaq felt the slight twitch of his lips in a sardonic jeer at that though as quickly as it came it had gone as if the expression had never been there in the first place. "What you look for in a potential members, what you expect of your current members — I don't mean trades. I need more specific than that." Anyone could give him cock and bull about trades, because every pack expected their members to pick up trades and telling him that they expected as much when he suspected it was a requirement already would prove to be entirely redundant and unhelpful to him.

While neither of the pair openly announced their disapproval of the look of longing Quicksilver had given the young Alphess, it was Sinaaq who hissed at him in that weird foreign language he regularly used to grumble his frustration. The sterling youth briefly blinked at his dark companion, clearly unphased by his irritation with him, and let a corner of his mouth turn upward slightly in a cocky smirk. He couldn't deny that there was a certain satisfaction in knowing he'd got on the guy's nerves. Quicksilver was a bold creature, one who actively went about testing the limits of others for his own amusement. He harboured no shame in being a pest.

Once again, the old timer seemed to glower in their direction as he spoke of how they would not freely share information of their pack. This was interesting. At once, Quicksilver's raven ears pricked forward, curious atop his silver crown, cool blue eyes trained on the sable-furred male before them. If this was the attitude he took toward loners who questioned their own suitability to integrate themselves into their ranks, it was no wonder that their numbers were thinning. It was one thing to demand loyalty and respect from newcomers, but as far as the peppered Roux-Abrhen was concerned, such things were earned. He was no expert in leadership, but Quicksilver had observed his father's rule with keen interest. It was important to remind others of their place, absolutely, but it was also necessary to be approachable and hospitable. To care about the wolves that one expected to follow them.

Their female host spoke up, however, appearing to (hopefully) take control of the situation by handling it far more gracefully. She admitted that they'd be willing to share information only if it was a place among their ranks that they sought, and when this was confirmed, politely asked what it was they wished to know. Quicksilver shot her a smile and a friendly swish of his feathery plume, and although he was tempted to throw in a suggestive eyebrow waggle, he was well aware of Kaname's judgement and did not just yet wish to dig himself a deeper grave. If they were to join the ranks of their pack, sure, he would try to steel himself. But should he enter this territory on the condition that he keep his distance from the fine Alphess, that was not promise that the young Roux-Abrhen was willing to keep.

Sinaaq answered swiftly, and the sterling youth eyed his comrade thoughtfully. He could see frustration build in him, expressed through the blunt way he spoke and the demands he made. Quicksilver let him continue in that grumpy manner, however, not wishing to rile him further by interrupting rudely and, when the opportunity arose, the ashen boy focused his attention on the duo who'd come to greet them. "Forgive my friend, darlin'," he directed toward the pale beauty, should Sinaaq's sour mood have ruffled her feathers, "he wears torment and misery like fuckin' carnival masks." No offense - you know I'm kidding, said his playful side-ward glance. "He's a butt, but he's one of the good guys. We are interested in possibly integrating ourselves here, but like Sinaaq said, it depends on whether we'd be suited or not. I personally would like to know how long this pack has been around, and if there are any issues with the locals. Conflict over territory or prey, perhaps?" The two young males had only just arrived, after all, and had not yet the opportunity to scout the land surrounding the gauge whether or not they were up another pack's ass in terms of boundaries. He'd rather hear opinions on that directly from the horse's mouth.

I'm back sorry for the wait!

The annexment of Mara, along with the scents of the other females along his their borders, had him on edge for the longest time. He was fairly certain that she was planning some kind of misguided, unplanned revenge against Cara specifically, but revenge against Cara would mean revenge against him, and Sitri, and the whole pack. That made him nervous, especially with the hypothesized arrival of his and her little ones. So he was secretly frightened that Mara was trying to send some kind of spy to get the jump on them, or some paranoid nonsense like that.

And now there were two young males at their doorstep, one who had already eyed his mate, the other who only responded with subtle sass. Already, he did not like either of them, but he went on, covering over his mistake. "We're called Ouroboros Spine." He stated the hard-to-pronounce word clearly, enunciating it, not in a sarcastic way, but simply to make sure they understood how to say the damn word. "As for how long, I'd say since spring last year, though not always here. We were called under another name before coming to the Spine in the summer." He answered the vulgar, perverse wolf first, mainly because he was a lot kinder with his words despite the language and glances he was giving Cara.

As for issues with the locals, there was not much to say, really, as of yet, but if they did excuse the rough start and joined, he supposed it would not hurt to tell. "We are, as of right now, neutral with the other packs, but there are a few unsavory locals lurking about that do not like us very much." He wondered if Mara was really planning on starting some semblance of a pack. The assassin wondered how well that would go; he hoped that she ended up with another upstart that once lived on a little island."If you were to be accepted, then we expect you treat that group of upstarts and other intruders with no mercy. Chase them out, give them a few wounds they won't forget, or kill them. As long as you ensure they are not bothering us ever again."

If Cara had been able to hear Kaname's thoughts, she would have shrugged it off anyways. As real as Mara's offense had been, the prideful Queen did not believe for a second that she would be able to keep her word -- or screechy whines rather. With the confidence she had deposited onto the Spine's future and her renewed title as Alpha, there was no space to fit the possibility that the petty female she had mopped the floor with would return, and let alone convince others to follow.
Pride was a sin that was seemingly common among the wolves of the Spine.

A sin she could see flickering in the dark male's eyes as he began to list the things he was interested in knowing, as if were up to them, Kaname and her,to sell their pack as a provocative luxury palace instead of having them sell themselves in hopes to be good enough to honor the Spine. She locked eyes with the man, her features remaining flat and neutral, never betraying the heavy interest which lurked behind her pupils.

It was then that Kaname began to speak again, giving the pair a bit of a back story of what the Spine stood for. With keen interest, the Queen continued to observe how the interaction unfolded. While she could sense Kaname's hidden discomfort laced under his words (and could too guess the reason for it) she did not turn her head back to him just yet; instead she returned the silvery male's gaze without faltering. The intention retained in his blue eyes was clear, not to her but for his companion, who did not hesitate to voice, in a rough tongue that made the Queen's ears prick brusquely, what could only be a warning -- which was gracefully ignored by the silver man, who resume with his partner's questionaire, adding a particular humorous flaire to contrast Sinaaq's callous speech.

This was Cara's cue.
With her tail rising subtly to call attention to herself she began,As Kaname said, we were formely known as Silvertip Mountain, we moved because of the unnerving proximity another pack presented and because here we have found abundance, so prey is not a factor of conflict she stopped, looking at Quicksilver before carrying on with her speech, We have no quarrels with other pack simply because we don't interact with them. We have no friends, and no enemies unless they actively mess with us -- which is what a former member has done. she barked making a brief stop to mention assasin's description of conflict with some 'unsavory locals'. While she believed that no one would be as dumb as to follow Mara, she still held her guard up -- and would expect the males to do so too if they ultimately joined.
We have little tolerance for insubordination and value loyalty and collaboration especially -- everyone pulls their own weight, and I expect you, as potential members, to do so too. she barked, her eyes now seeking to connect with the dark male's own. As for trades, I believe you'll have good judgement of what will make yourself useful. she finished, her eyes alternating between one and the other in searchs of reaction.
Despite the introductions and flawed first impressions, Cara had hopes they would not turn away the opportunity they were being given.

To claim that Quicksilver's jibes went largely ignored by the vain darkling would have been a lie, it bothered Sinaaq in the same way that an itch bothered him when he couldn't scratch it. It was not a graceful attempts at ignoring for Sinaaq's lips quivered with the urge to bare his teeth despite that he fully understood that his companion was jesting, even without the playful glance Quicksilver had sent his way. Quicksilver hadn't been wrong in any sense of the word but even so that was not something that Sinaaq wanted everyone to know. That was why he had perfected the mask of indifference so the catalyst of ~~emotional~~ pain the harbinger of death lived with upon a daily basis did not show to those whom did not know him well. Sinaaq had not realized that Quicksilver had learned that much about him by observation alone over the course of the months and hence rose a swell of surprise within him; only to allow the consideration that he was simply joking at the darkling's expense without realizing he had hit some kind of bulls eye as another option. Whatever the case did not matter and Sinaaq shrugged his companion's jests off with another roll of his eyes.

It did not fail Sinaaq's notice that the immature queen's mate ignored Sinaaq's questions in favor of answering Quicksilver's. This action caused the darkling to recoil back at the insult of being ignored. How bold this old man and little girl were to brush Sinaaq off as if he could do no harm to them. Without him their numbers would remain small and insignificant — could they truly afford to be so fastidious? — when with him in their ranks he could be another contributing member that might make the difference between failure and success. In the unstable, harsh winter months one wolf could make a difference, as unlikely as it seemed. In return, Sinaaq blatantly ignored Kaname's little speech of how if they were accepted they should do whatever necessary to make sure upstarts were not bothersome to them. So they did have enemies, after all. Cara addressed him in some manner, stating that they had little tolerance for insubordination, which unless their leading skills improved in Sinaaq's “opinion book” he would certainly have some issues. It wasn't so much that the darkling couldn't be obedient — he had once been a captive but even then he had not always listened. He had been obedient in Wintersun but it had been Solia that had started to tame him. Sept the lovely fawn colored Saturnin was no longer apart of Sinaaq's life and there was nothing to chain him back.

Sinaaq's fiery golden eyes held the queen's eyes, steady, smoldering and unwavering when her eyes met his, his head cocking an inch to the side, brow rising into a wicked arch over his right eye as he found the eye contact to be curious. Silent was the darkling however, noting that she did not exactly answer his question in full but Sinaaq, in the interest of not wishing to nitpick wearily, let it go. “Very well,” Sinaaq drew, tilting his head towards Quicksilver, breaking the eye contact he had held with Cara for a long stretch of moments. “What do you think Quicksilver? Should we join their ranks?” Sinaaq inquired, wishing to hear his companion's opinion though he had already resolved on giving it a try because though he asked out of courtesy no one made Sinaaq's decisions for him.

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