When the male was introduced, the Vale wolf offered him a cordial nod in turn, but did not extend her name in turn in favor of listening to the youth’s tale. This was the second time she had met another of the Creek so young, and though innocent upon first appearance. , there was somewhat of a contrast between the personalities of the two. Xi’nuata was pleasantly surprised to see this one had the spirit to converse without needing to look over her shoulder for fear of reprimand. She was of her own mind, or perhaps a change within the Creek had allowed for this behavior. Regardless, she was glad for it and took a liking to their present conversation.
“It is subterranean-“ she made to correct the pup gently before her words were stolen away. Her gaze lifted from the girl to her present guardian as the delighted expression upon her muzzle slowly gave way to an irritated calm. He would dare accuse the Vale of plaguing their borders? As if the pack was some disease forcing themselves upon the Creek… certainly not.
“Do watch what you say,” she uttered softly but spared him not the inflexion of a suggestion, but the stern edge of an order. “If you do not wish for an incident, then I suggest you soften your tongue.” Casually, she gestured with her muzzle to young Bones. “We are trying to talk in peace.” Patiently, her brighter gaze returned to the young female just as the soft smile returned to her lips. “It sounds like you a traveled a ways on your own,” she commented, yet in her voice was a soft play of impress. “Do you visit your father, now that you’ve found him?” |