Dragoncrest Cliffs Your opinion, not today

Helix regards each of their vastly different greetings. Fondness for the spotty child is shown in slight greeting but her eyes focus hard on Kiwi, whom doesn’t get the soft greeting she’d intended.  Instead, her jaw tightens and she steps closer, fur bristling around her chest.
 
“Heda’s children should have more respect for her council,” she growls, flashing teeth. She’s raised her own children, trained many children of others, and no matter her newness to a place, she still holds rank above them, especially since she’s meant to be Blixen’s secondhand and wears the title to prove it.  She leans, slightly, looming over the smaller wolf.