Silvertip Mountain A fish that's learnt to fly

Niita eyed him calmly as he approached. I do so hate when they're aggressive. Nevertheless, the pale woman got to her feet and took on a submissive stance. The male didn't smell like an Alpha or a Beta but the stance was sincere, Niita knew her place. She was a loner on the threshold of his home. The pale waif had no place for dominance.

"I wish to join." Her words were blunt, lilting with an accent of her homeland. No doubt his next question would be of what she had to offer, though she didn't want to appear presumptous by just listing her skills before he could inquire.