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The others presumptions could certainly be the death of him. And she had an inkling of them, if only by his treatment of her, which she bristled at. She seemed not to be the only one who noticed, either. This moon will be the second one we are here for, she began, but the intent is no less clear for that, and borders are borders, she pointed out, her tone cool. Eshe would not go so far as to say she disliked this man, but her opinion of him was significantly lowered. She thought their neighbor to be a delusional man who thought himself above anything else bar what he wanted. He certainly did not listen to her when she told him to leave, and such a thing soured her mood greatly. Her ears pricked forward as she calmed herself, but her blood boiled.

It was hard to listen to him, the self-righteous man. But as he spoke, she saw why he was so hostile... or, at least, assumed it. Still, she did not want to make him feel vulnerable particularly with the assumption that there were pups on the other side.

Eshe let the others speak first, and when she trusted herself to, she responded as well. Scimitar eloquently and succinctly put her thoughts on his introduction, his being FitzDutiful, to them. I can empathize with your concern. Your longevity here would of course require that you see that your neighbors are fit ones, she nodded to him, understanding that much. But still, he had trespassed, and came to them bemoaning of his fear of cubs being ripe for their slaughter! She supposed she understood where the fear stemmed from, him being as simple as a child and doing the very same.

She paused, and looked to her mate. The terms were acceptable to her, and so she nodded, and then looked back to the male who had visited. Her anger had subsided, but she would not forget his insult to her, and so she stonily stared onward at him. Only her empathizing with his worries caused her to remain still, rather than chasing him from their home as she certainly ought to have done.