The abrupt entrance of the strange female tore the beast's gaze from the landscape, instead watching the darkly clad figure with mute interest. She was quick to speak and settle herself next to him, and it unnerved Leatherface, having not been in such close proximity to another wolf in quite a while. He shifted himself to his feet about to put more distance between them when he paused at the appearance of another female. Smaller. Full of anger. His expression seemed confused at best, then she spoke and he took a step back with the weight of new comprehension.
Interloper! What makes you feel at ease on my lands without permission? If you think you can just sit your ass on my turf you are sorely mistaken pal!
No.
Was his gruff reply, his voice rough having not been used in some time. Though the fiesty she-wolf continued speaking through him, not that Leatherface would have been roused to explain himself further.
You're either here to join, or my pack will claim your soul!
He rumbled at the last remark, not quite sure what she was getting at but it seemed to be in the same direction Leatherface had come to accomplish. At least it sounded like it did. Come to stay.
He remarked simply, ears slicked back at her harsh barking and tail having been hanging limp the entire time.
He took the appearance of the third female as an opportunity to side-step from the group so that his back was no longer to the cliff, feeling all at once crowded and anxious; not that he hadn't been before but now to such an extent he physically took action. To her strange introduction, his gaze hovered blankly with no understanding. It was obvious then that he didn't speak French.