Duskfire Glacier Take off my disguise

Her jaw clenched. A soft rumble that was not quite a growl stirred in the back of her throat. She did not appreciate those of an indecisive nature. Zephyr seemed to feel the same way. Just after the male introduced himself as Kaster, Wintersbane arrived. He proclaimed his rank that left no doubt, his welcome bordering on hostile. Kaster was quite literally, treading on thin ice.

At his side, Tzila leaned in to press her shoulder and flank against that of the Tundrian's. A show of affection, but more so, of unity. A symbol of the ties that stretched deep within this pack. The snug velvet hair lining her muzzle was tense, ready to brandish her weapons in a split second. Un-yielding, she remained in place, all too willing to send him packing should he fail to meet the expectations of Wintersbane. But she was patient, willing to at least hear his case.