Blackfoot Forest The foes of the righteous will be damned

Pallas expected hostility; what she had not expected was for the wolf to have already been made privy of the Rosing alpha's arrangement with Pallas. Her ears canted forward in surprise, though a small smile of amusement pursed her knotted lips. She could just attack the thing now, and dispose of it before Kierkegaard was any the wiser, but there was little fun in that. Instead Pallas elected to toy with this interesting individual, even if it meant eventual bloodshed.

"I could be his teeth too, if you like." The female supplied, her voice dangerously quiet. The ball was in Liri's court now; play too hard and you were liable to get hurt... yet play too meekly and there was much more than a loss at stake.