Sleeping Dragon ai trikracha

Sangilak heard the bark, and it had been enough to cause her to look back. This was a pack mate, after all; perhaps she might ask for assistance, or perhaps not. The other came 'round and Sangilak stared brazenly back into the eyes of the other, asserting herself mutely, not at all acknowledging the foreign demand as her muzzle tilted downward to cover her own unscathed throat. Her own plume lifted in equal measure; she did not presume to be what the other imagined she was, but the display was meant simply to match the others and demand that she stand down. The putrid scent of the mongrel only served to annoy her further, and there was a simple wrongness Sangilak saw in the other that she had not noted on the first day. It irked her, made her wish to oust the bitch herself; but to keep her here, or not, was not in her jurisdiction. Still, Sangilak would not bend to this child; she stood before the girl nonplussed, yet there was a light in her eye that might reveal her desire to take the foolhardy spirit from the one before her, and tear it asunder before her very eyes.