north sea storm

Ypres looked with a slight narrowed gaze towards Verrine who spoke.

We took you for fools the moment you set up housekeeping a stone's throw from our pack. Your actions moving forward have the power to change that, though, if your leader wishes

She looked from one wolf to the next, then back to Verrine.

Well dear sir... Don't take me for the fool. I'm not the one who pitted turf here. But I will gladly send the message along..

He then spoke once more and it irked her to be even called a Scout. She was not a Scout. she was merely just doing her job.

Look buddy. I'm just here doing my job... But if you want to pass the message yourself to Majesty, I will allow you passage through the gate into our turf.. Go ahead I insist.

She gestured with her muzzle as she moved to the side, eyes prying upon each wolf as her body grew tense but keeping her calm.

Bloodshed huh? You offer threats that you can't pull through only because you have the power to deliver a message. Don't blame me for just joining the weaker pack pal.. But out of shit a flowers grows..

She snorted lightly as she stepped away.

Oh, and I'm not a Scout...

She crooned gingerly with low tone.

Ragnar then spoke up asking if they were done here. Eyes pulled from Verrine the young handsome gent onto the white viking.

Yes.. I believe we are...


She was indeed considering leaving the pack, due to the fact that she felt certain she didn't belong. Ypres belonged to no pack to her heart, and only yearned to be lone. Should she up and leave upon delivering a message, or should she just up and leave without the offer of a message? Not like she was going to advance here anyway?..... She was frustrated..