Sun Mote Copse Take Yourself Home part.II

It would seem that out of all the déorwine wolves, this one would shoulder the responsibility for his packmates and he did so with a heavy sigh. He seemed slightly reluctant- she felt certain that this was not the first time he had had to act as peacekeeper, and given how tempestuous a few of his packmates were, she began to believe that perhaps he was tiring of having to play that role. It showed that there was a fracture within the pack- she'd noticed it when she'd first been wpoken to by the two females, who had remained fairly respectful- until the men had arrived. Then everything had become more hostile. Perhaps she'd been wrong before- maybe what Calhoun had meant about 'your kind' hadn't been denoting the colour of her fur at all, but the fact that she was a woman. Their lead female called herself a 'king,' after all. Perhaps these wolves weren't simply inbred and racist- perhaps they were sexist too. 

"That's kind of you, Cenric," She said, "Normally, I wouldn't accept an apology unless it was straight from them, but I'm not particularly keen to see any of their shadows mark my borders right now. You understand." To surround a stranger and interrogate them was one thing. But to surround and intimidate a mother with her young son? Barbaric. She hadn't distinctively accepted his apology or forgiven his packmates, choosing to allow that to remain ambiguous- so long as he got the point that part of apologizing meant keeping his hounds away from her home. 

Primrose had settled between them, comfortable with the male's presence. And she was willing to allow him to remain there- though the talk might get a bit boring- so long as Cenric remained as courteous as he had been thus far. 

When he asked about the hunting grounds, though, she was happy to be more specific. "You've settled in the Forest beyond the mountain, yes?" She asked. She'd heard their claiming howl, and had watched the elk pass over the ridge in that direction. She was making a hefty assumption and hoped that she was right- if nothing else, then to prove her intelligence. "Our hunting grounds lie in between this copse and the glade at the foot of that mountain." She said. "You pack will find plenty to hunt so long as they remain on the other side of that mountain." She said. "But another matter, I suppose, is the elk themselves," She said, flicking her ears frward; she did not want a sermon, but she did want him to explain what the elk would mean to them- knowing their neighbours viewed them as prey.