Moonspear a marked deck

Alya's tail flickered in idle appreciation at the male's clear deference. His supplication was patiently endured, and when she had his answer, the shewolf found the fires of her bloodlust almost entirely doused. Whether or not he proved himself to be loyal, they were packmates for now.

"We will hunt together," she decided, passing one last, lingering look over the male before starting off along the same path he'd been wandering. There was very little prey scent, but she hoped they might come across something.

The shewolf picked her way along the path, apparently ignoring the male, for the time being. She split her focus between the trail before her and the boy behind her, one ear turned almost but not quite in his direction. She did not expect to be attacked by him, but it never hurt to be cautious.