Bearclaw Valley succubus

"i see," the wolf drawled, trying not to feel terribly disappointed that this was not his daughter accosting a true stranger. but oh, the kingdoms he would see to it were built and devoted to her name; because, kin or not, he saw worth to her and where he was from, she would have been raised to have her pick on the mountain. some cubs were just more deserving of the attention, and those to him were the facts. "i did not realize the task of acceptance had been passed to you in my absence."

he took a seat, neither offended or intimidated by the girl's posturing; relaxed, though attentive, he hung his head slightly and let his tail stretch out along the ground. the hunter pressed his ears forward and he trained his eyes on hers. "stigmata," he answered coolly before slithering: "and what is yours?"