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Feeling a pinch to her heels, Salamander wheeled around as if to deflect an oncoming assault; her teeth were bared defensively, a grimace meant to dissuade. Before Salamander could muster up any real force, a second body had met with the first - and the red girl turned a blank stare upon the dark form as it approached. At first she thought it was the alpha male. There was very little indication that the stranger was anything else but a bear-like brute of a man. But as the stranger drew nearer, lifting their tail and staring down the russet woman, Salamander was assailed with the dominant scent she had been perusing earlier.

This, this, was the Alpha. While Salamander watched the stranger's face, wanting very much to bare her fangs again and let the challenge rise within her, she knew better. For now she could keep her temper in check. After a tense moment, she looked away from the dark woman and - carefully - looked to Echelon, her features only slightly smug. As if some big secret had been revealed.

When she turned back to face the bear of a woman, Salamander was passive. Her posture adjusted enough to be deferential, but did not lack the pride which had already caught the attention of the first wolf.