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He made mental note of everything Cuan did, from the slightest ripple in his coat suggesting discomfort to the way his eyes dropped to Capricorn's legs. Capricorn was used to this, of course, and meeting foreigns wolves in less-than-ideal locations was often a tense process. It was one he took rather seriously, as Cuan could surely tell from the grim severity of Capricorn's persistent gaze. He occasionally found it difficult to hold another's eye by virtue of his size, but he stared openly and intently whether or not he actually made eye contact, establishing himself as the dominant beast (insofar as Cuan would allow him).

"What business did you have with us?" Capricorn asked coolly. He was polite, not yet displaying a potentially hostile front, yet it was within his right to question visitors, especially those who admitted to skulking around the borders. Some of his friendliness melted into a business-like stance as he said this, as though to suggest he was not impressed with the other's admission. What Cuan said next would be of utmost importance in Capricorn's impression of the male.