The Outskirts

Raziel withheld the urge to smirk when he heard Scarlett reassuring the girl; however, he couldn't help uttering a few words in his lilting accent. "This is me being nice," he said softly, a hint of amusement evident in his voice for the briefest of seconds before he regained his seriousness. Bright turquoise eyes focused on the girl as he watched her drop into a submissive position; Raz knew she could've done more, like crouch to the ground until her belly brushed the earth, that kind of thing, but he wasn't one to force others to respect him when they barely knew him, so he let it go. 

The Roman's silver velvety ears flicked forward as Azaria introduced herself and told him that she had wandered for a long way before coming upon Bearclaw Valley. That she wanted to rest and to be a pack member once more. Apparently, she grew weary of being a loner and would be honored to be 'sheltered' in his valley. Raziel tilted his head and took a few steps forward until he was only a feet away from her, drawing himself to his full height, he regarded her silently, listening to her as she continued speaking.

"Bearclaw Valley already has a lot of great hunters, naturalist, caretaker and healer," Raz spoke quietly, but clearly. "What makes you special? This pack is not a sanctuary for the weary, nor a resting stop for loners who only wish to take up resources. We hold only wolves who are loyal to us." None of this was spoken in a threatening tone, nor an intimidating one. They were spoken calmly and serenely. Scarlett might think he was being too harsh, but truth to be told, this was him being kind. He would not be any kinder, simply because well...he couldn't.