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After his response, the dark female could tell that he didn't really mean any harm. But still, who the fuck did he think he was, strolling in here and disregarding any respectful mannerisms that packs had? She knew that this one was a bit strange and strict, but he wasn't even following normal guidelines. Like, rule number one, stay the fuck out of claimed territories. You want in? wait and ask for it from outside the marked lines- it wasn't like they were faint, the whole damn pack marked them like five times a day. She still couldn't believe he'd walked right over them.

"You can't come waltzing in like that, no one is here that isn't within our ranks. If you were looking for someone, you should've asked," she growled, eyebrows raised as his comment. "Who are you looking for?" By now her head had moved away from his throat, but she kept her posture and waited for an answer. Jhala tensed, muscles rippling and holding from under her long dark coat- was he circling her? Great. She had no idea how the hell she'd handle that, and although it didn't show, he could probably tell that she was uneasy with what he was doing. "You're going to need to stand still or leave," she growled lightly, eyeing him as he went to make sure he didn't try anything funny. If he struck, she would be well prepared.