King Elk Forest the pariah

The leer was unsettling and Saena's nerves were unseated. Skellige even from afar was a large beast, and she was quite small in comparison. Saena had to remind herself of her redeeming qualities: that she was a hunter and a scout, and could easily out-range such a creature if she wanted to or had to. That, and she was an Alpha. She was the fiercest of her comrades, if not in size and strength then in personality. Skellige was large and his red gaze as it briefly touched hers was unnerving, but the Redleaf would not let herself falter.

His slow-plodding figured disappeared into the trees again and the quickening thud of paws announced that he was swiftly on the move. With a lurch of her heart at the idea that he sought to get around her, Saena moved to keep pace, and managed it until Skellige ground to a sudden halt and turned. Saena's paws took her several steps further than the hulking black wolf but she wheeled as well, and met him with perked ears and a slightly crinkled snout.

"Keep moving," she advised him. Even his aspect was intimidating, but she held her ground, firm in her conviction and pride as an Alpha wolf. She thought briefly of what it might take to rein in such a large wolf and earn his loyalty, but it was just as quickly dismissed. Likely a wolf of his stature was beholden to no one but himself—possibly an Alpha in his own right—and it would take more than brawn to convince Saena that a wolf could benefit the Creek. That, and she was almost unwilling to take in a wolf that exuded the kind of air that Skellige did, lest he attempt to take her position from her.