Just close your eyes, dear [J]

Ferdie Von Pelt seemed to hold some proper ideals about pack life. Viatrix was still a little dodgy with the concept of meeting any trespasser with anything but hostility and aggression, but she supposed his approach to diplomacy was agreeable, if not a little unusual. She thought back to Majesty, and decided that at least the rules here were more favourable than the chocolate male's philosophy on pack life. She bobbed her head to show her agreement with these terms, though she knew that she would find curbing her natural instinct to attack a trespasser on sight somewhat difficult.

“Ame,” she repeated, solidifying the name of the wolf she was to seek out in her mind. She was about to ask for a description when Ferdie changed gears and spoke about visitors, a topic which made Viatrix's ears slick back to her skull. “I take it our neighbours are testy?” she assumed, perhaps incorrectly. There was no telling what these wolves' history with the Wilds was, so it could have been anything, but the DeMonte's first thought was that it was mere territoriality.

Rolling her shoulders, the female assuredly claimed, “I'm sure we can handle them.”