The Vale wolf had not qualm with the youth, and in light of this tried to continue their conversation with but a mild air between them. But her escort was adamant, taking the duties of his role beyond his reach in her eyes. As if to offer the direction of his fault, the turned her muzzle to the distant trickling of the creek. “I was not aware the Creek claimed the land miles from their borders”, she stressed albeit calmly, then returned her bi-colored sights to the molten male. “And you would take care not to assume the mind of the Vale's Alpha.” Her patience wearing thin, she spared him all of her insult for his bold assumption. That he would stand there and think he understood the manner of haven without so much as an interaction beforehand.
“We do not bother those unless they are feet from our borders… regardless of their affiliation,” she further corrected him. “Perhaps you should follow that example?” Her posture remained relaxed as her heavy lids slipped lower of her indifferent gaze, but raised somewhat as again her attention rested on young Bones.
“I do apologize,” her voice was nothing short of sincere as she spoke to the youth. “But I am afraid our groups do not get along too well. I can leave if you’d like, and perhaps we might meet on another day.” She smiled kindly. “You could even visit the Vale-“ to this her eyes drifted casually to the male “-since apparently it is not difficult to find.” She returned to Bones. “With or without your escort.” |