Blackbeak Bluff Let’s try this a-mf-gain.

Vanity had long gotten over Val's stigma over her mother-tongue. She'd just learned to point out all the shit she had going on with her -- like cocking her leg like a damn dog and flashed the world her nether regions. Not that she was opposed. She just barked a laugh, shaking her head. 
Once she'd tried to explain herself before, then came to the realisation that it was an uphill battle. It always was with the bitch. 

She turned to face the woman that had been wandering closer for some time now, her tail instantly rising but waving softly. Whereas Valkyr lept to aggression, Vanity tested the waters first and tried to be nice. She needed to build a pack for her advantage, there was no point snarling away allies. 
Vanity's first impression of the newcomer was power. She exerted confidence, but much a different way to Val and herself.
She kept silent, waiting for a response with the soft wave of her tail and a cheerful gleam to her gaze.