Summer Blooms - IC Joining Thread

Thankfully, the female woke up, without him having to resort to licking her face — not that Tezcacoatl was overly sure that would have even done the trick. He wasn't a healer, didn't know the first thing about anything that remotely circulated as 'healer' and had no idea if the ideas that popped into his brain would actually work or simply make matters worse. Tezcacoatl's crystalline blue eyes hardened when she stirred, apologizing. His expression was like stone — unfazed; because what was he supposed to say? Did she expect him to run to her? To make sure she was okay and not going to faint on him again? Because if that was what she was waiting for she'd be waiting for a long time to come to an unbearable amount of dissapointment. His tail lashed behind him once before it curled over his back in warning as her eyes rose. His lip curled back, posture adjusting to show his domiance. “If you had you wouldn't be drawing breath,” Tezcacoatl had no intentions of being merciful with those idiotic enough to cross into his borders. He would attack to maim or kill — there was no room for negotiation on that point.

“I'm not sure what I saw other than a clumsy girl cutting herself and passing out close to my borders,” Tezcacoatl spoke simply, perhaps what could be seen as coldly. Tezcacoatl had to appear cold. He was a King, after all, and his morals did not stand on babying strangers simply because they were exhausted, hungry and injured. “Can you not hunt for yourself? Have you not stopped to rest?” He would never let his body get into such a poor condition. An exhausted and starving wolf wasn't useful. It was a waste of resources until it was nursed back to a proper condition; and now she had a wound going against her — not that he had anyone to take care of it for her... providing she could convince him to let her in. She was groveling at his paws, but he wasn't sure what kind of mercy she spoke of. He didn't attack because she wasn't, technically, on his borders, it was as simple as that.

“Frostfire Ridge is a warrior driven pack,” He informed her, subtly letting her know he'd taken note of her use of the word 'warrior' though he currently held his doubts, as unfair as they surely were. He drew in a deep breath, contemplating. “To be officially considered apart of the pack, to rise within the ranks my wolves must obtain the warrior trade,” He spoke, gauging for her level of interest.