She had no prior knowledge of the war the beast waged within himself but could see within his eye that her words were not to his liking. Or her disposition for that matter. But she did not falter, standing strongly upon her four legs as she bore her heated gaze into him. Then anger resting behind her eyes came to life by a smolder, til the flames were doused by a prolonged, calming blink. His advance was perceived as but a march toward her person yet in turn she brandished her flank to ward off his aggressive intention should it follow. She was not in his presence to fight, nor was she there to inspire further anger in his already tensed form. She wanted only for him to see that there were others to look for as well… not just a single soul that was perhaps lost to the drifts.
She did not contest his decision once spoken, but regarded in her mate in scrutiny with a golden orb. “If that is what you wish,” her lips quivered with a defiant twitch yet she would not dare bare her fangs before him. In that instance, she turned from her shadow and began her climb down the mountain without further word. Too fatigued to argue further and too concerned for the rest of the pack to waste her care. If he believed the life of one was more important than the whole, then she would leave him to it and guide those that were found to revive those presumably lost.
More than one life was precious in her eyes.
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