Joining Thread

Patience and generosity were lacking this day as she looked upon the pale stranger in her lands. Her eyes looked to nowhere but to the female as she marched forward, near bounding in stride as she built momentum; her bulk a prepared ram to slam into the trespasser. Yet the submissive gesture slowed down her approach, as she came to a swift halt before the lying. Her lips quivering with an audible rage, she lowered her muzzle to the stranger’s throat, her jaws parted and at the ready to ensnare if need be. “Do I call you spy… or trespasser,” the beast snarled, snapping short and quick at the female napes, implying that her patience for reply was nil.