“I have not forgotten,” a single browraised in response to the far from amiable retort. Having spoken with the Creek regarding her intentions for a genial hunting agreement, the reasons spun by the woman plucked less of a truthful chord and more one in an attempt to either deviate or infuriate. In either instance, the beige female’s expression did not change. The scowl upon her brows remained intact as did the subtle quirk of her lip over sheathed fang.
“Yet word from your leader implied no such tracking would be necessary; you would keep to your own borders to hunt-,” she countered plainly as her tail lashed behind her. “-to limit the risk of crossing paths with the Northstar Vale.” Her ears drew back to rest more comfortably nearer her skull but not to bend. She was far from uncomfortable in the presence of the other, and had no intention of imply otherwise in her pursuit for a more relaxed posture. “Either word has not reached you because of your diligence in serving your lead… or your ears were deaf to it.” Either scenario would have been fine with her. In the end, it meant better news to return with. |