Dragoncrest Cliffs Tangie

He showed little sign of showing deference, aside from what might normally have sufficed. It was unfortunate for him to have come at such a time, not knowing what the pack had been through. Just months ago he likely would have been greeted with a woman who approached with charm- but Chacal eyed him for what he appeared to be, and found him lacking. 

It was her experience that men were prone to making excuses, first- and this one was no different. Her ears pricked momentarily at the sound of his accent- one she recognized. She felt the sudden urge to tear a strip of fur off him from the crown of his head and down to the base of his crooked tail so that she could mark him, as a representative of his kin, as a coward. 

She snarled. 

He was looking for his kin; she wished she could imprison him, hold him ransom for a debt that was owed. 

"If you be lookin' for Njord, 'tis true, 'e lived here-
but 'e fled, as cowards do,
when faced wid a bear dat he drew near,
an' it took de lives of two."

Grief darked her melody. 

"We are owed two lives."