“I am,” she affirmed minding the tone of her respond. Among her brethren there was a tone of bother in regards to the Creek, but only was it due to the initial introduction between their band and the Creek’s new Alpha. On a personal note, the woman had a present, albeit minute for the diplomacies between packs, as the intact nature of her personal relationships held precedence. As she had heard, if not seen in her days was a wanderer and pack wolf, packs disbanded and fell apart every day. What mattered were the bonds maintained in the hopes to rebuild. Allies were harder to keep than recruits. Such a mentality did not escape even her views of her own pack. It was a reality better addressed as a possibility rather than be surprised if it transpired while in her time.
When asked for her name, the female settled into a brief silence to observe her host. A trail beginning upon scarred muzzle laid a careful course about the scruff of the neck set ablaze by red then flowed along the rolling curve across full shoulders to the unkempt tuffs upon her back. Out of respect, her path ended along the flame ridge of the female’s back, satisfied somewhat by her initial impression. Like the Creek Alpha, this female was small but kept the assets of a fuller form then her superior. A more compacted state to suggest energy not needlessly exerted. A complement to Njal.
“I am Xi’nuata,” she offered in conclusion to her inspection, once more dipping her muzzle in the courtesy of greeting. “Is Njal…-“ she muzzle slipped closed for a moment, her lips wriggling slightly by their corners as she paused to think. “-busy, at the moment?” It was not her intention to appear impatient, as was told by her posture yet unchanged. However she had learned the value in attaining information quickly and concisely. If she was to wait for longer, she wanted to know before further entertaining another line of questioning. |