Her shoulder had made contact, yet its force was lacking as the quicker steps of the male kept him just out of reach. His insult was deafened by the eruption from her parting maw, though her ears did flicked forward, indicative of her receiving his aged chords. “My lands…” she snarled, while placing a firm step forward. “…no they are not.” She was no fool to contest the obvious, but surely even he would have grown nervous if the wolf of the Vale tread too close to his resident borders. And as she recalled by the glimpse to his flank, this was not the first time she had seen his likeness near their lands.
“…but you press your luck to come so close,” she continued as her hardened stare drifted downward to the bundle protectively held by his shadow. “Was it not your Alpha that claimed the Creek wished to ‘avoid’ the Vale?” What sort of community was being run when so few seemed to adhere to the word of their superior? “Yet you seem keen to find our borders…again.” |