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He stood strong before the too-bold wolfess who refused to submit, his tail slung dominantly over his hindquarters and his sterling guard hairs on edge. Viinturuth glowered in silence as he awaited the trespasser's response following his pack-mate's additional comment. She did not speak, but this did not matter - another approaching wolf roused another rumble within the dark male's throat and he parted his jaws to once more release the ferocity in his toothy snarl.

Apologies spilled forth, and soon both strangers were sprawled at their feet. With the two on the ground before him, Viin remained solid by his tawny comrade's side in wait of what words the first foolish trespasser would decide to form. When they came, he was far from satisfied. Her ways, and those from where she'd come from, were not wolf law. Instinct overruled everything, as he had discovered on leaving his own vastly different culture back in Samarkand.

He pitied the she-wolf's follower, laying belly-up in the snow, and found himself admiring the sheer loyalty he felt for his Alpha despite her stupidity. Viinturuth sincerely hoped she'd be rewarding him greatly for his display in her defense, though he much doubted she would bother. In the very short time they'd known one another, he was seeing her clearly as someone purely arrogant.

Viin remained silent, his anger dissipating somewhat now that proper submission was shown, and cocked a raven lobe in the his superior's direction to await his judgement on the matter.