Whitefish River Forever Wandering

By the time the male noticed her she could feel the presence of another approach.  It only took a glance to confirm who joined her and admittedly, Ira was relieved to have another at her side, even if Cross so far seemed relaxed. After all, you never knew when something could take a drastic turn.

A black tongue swiped the surface of the male's maw, his eyes locked on herself as he spoke. Soon enough he would rise confirming her suspicions about this build. Perhaps he carried mercenary skills, or maybe he was just a foolish troublemaker, his response made it hard to determine. We do. You should be more cautious around pack grounds, rather you're on them or not. Lucky for him, Kaistleoki wasn't an attack on sight pack.

Ira watched as the man moved closer offering his meal, though she was no fool. He could easily turn the conversation into a fight should he wish, even if it was stupid on his part. The Constable stood her ground but felt her muscles tense in preparation as the fish was dropped before her. It was then that he bent to an exaggerated bow, and despite the attempt to display respect, his words and actions were laced with a devilish charm that seemed to test the boundaries. Ira hooked the fish pulling the lifeless corpse closer before returning her focus to their audience, You may continue to call me Ma'am. A title she rarely flexed on others, but given the circumstances, the Constable would hold her name a bit longer.

You don't run and your first reaction is to not leave despite acknowledging that you now have crossed into claimed lands. Do tell, is there more reason for your stay?