Horizon Ridge [J] Forever in the Black

It seemed like the pale wolf in front of the midnight wolf liked conflict. The smirk that played on the edges of his muzzle made her eyes narrow and sharpen. Diluculo didn't know the age of the wolf in front of him, nor his background or what he stood for. She could, however, pick out a few key features of him, one in particular that stood out. A strong scent of female drafted his pelt which told Diluculo he had mate. Pups were uncertain but a mate was something she could play off of.

"I think we both know that prey isn't the only thing that threatens a pack." The she wolf spoke slowly, articulating every word adding in a fierce backdrop to her voice with every syllable. "One more would could be the difference between your female's throat ripped out and a victory for all. You seem like a warrior so I think you know that." The female spoke of her past expirences. She had seen one wolf make the difference in a victory and countless other lives taken. One wolf could tip the scale and favor your pack. One more wolf to defend, to hunt, to attack, and if needed to die for another. "I can fight, I am fast, so I can hunt. As you can tell I do not fit well with certain wolves so being a diplomat isn't thebest position to put me in." Which was very true, the female would fare well in a diplomatic situation.

The male spoke of respect but offered the she wolf little. Which made her a little upset. "Are you going to grant me the common curtsy of knowing your name, or are you okay with being called pretty boy for the remainder of the time you're in my presence?" The female asked in a stern tone but playfulness ran throughout the words.