Say something, I'm giving up on you.

She seemed to relax somewhat, her tail sinking as she mustered a likely question. Viinturuth studied her body language carefully, unsure if her sudden change in demeanour was some sort of ploy to draw him in. He couldn't deny that this ebony alpha was... interesting, but was she the type of leader he was looking for? Unsure, he advanced with his words.

"Your pack is weakening," he said rather boldly. No offence... "you need strong bodies to fill your ranks and defend your land if you wish to hold onto your claim." Viinturuth fell silent then, gauging the female's reaction if there was any to be given. "If I'm right, I might be one of those bodies." He was a giant of a wolf, broad and solid, seemingly bulletproof. A powerhouse in his own right, who appeared that he could take on the world and cone out unscathed.