Coconut Grove Clown Gamble

"That does contradict the "we tend to keep to ourselves" mantra, doesn't it?" Wraen pointed out to the man, when he had suggested that a meeting were to be arranged between the two packs. With a chuckle and a smirk, she resumed the grooming session, freeing the space between her fingers from a sharp shard of, what had been a clam once. There was no inury luckily. 

"So, what does your fancy title mean? You are a guardian?" she asked then. "Or have I met the king himself and insulted him gravely by my ignorance?"

She spoke with the man for a while, but did not feel entirely comfortable in his company and found an excuse to leave soon after.