Dragoncrest Cliffs Why wait.

Now you've done it, Rose. Lmao.

Theia flattened her ears in full offense, icy eyes hardening as the orange female told her, Theia Arygris, that she wasn't good enough. That had already set her off, but then she went and said that she was being disrespectful. What the hell did she do? Do you even know what you're doing? She snapped. You asked why I wanted to join, and I told you. You didn't even ask what my skills might be. I've shown no disrespect, but you certainly have. Perhaps you don't want to be here, but I do. The words tumbled past her lips as her eyes bore into the cretin before her.

Theia remained outside of the border—she wasn't that foolish—but she was absolutely fuming, and her hackles stood on end. She certainly didn't want to share a pack with someone so utterly rude and distasteful and began to wonder if the rest of the pack was the same. Manners flew out the window as her desire to join vanished. Theia bitterly wondered if this fool ever accepted anyone.