Neverwinter Forest heavydirtysoul

"And why would I desire a place beside a wolf arrogant enough to think he can expect submission from me?"  She was far too tired of submitting. For a year she had done it, and gained nothing. Her discussion with Vengeance had had her put that thought of seeking out company from her head for good. Besides, she was hardly starving; her full frame spoke of that. It was through scorn, rather than need, that she had attacked the male, their brief clash dissolving quickly into this but liable to begin again. 

Her stance did not pose foolish aggression, but a cool stillness, a dominance, that could not be taken from her by words. As the male met her gaze willingly so did she his, optics cold and reminiscent of the Arctic, barren of emotion.  How curious was it that he desired not supremacy, but that and for others to run at his side. His words were not the ones of the regular loner, who sought not others but simply to dominate or submit and be on their way. A breath of the air had her know that his scent was not the only one that resided on his coat, there were others. A band, then. And by his words, he sought others. She was silent, storing the possible information for future use, perhaps. Her gaze did not fall once on the limp prey between them, no longer interested in it, nor the hunger that she had sought to sate moments ago.

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you get post 400!