Boartusk Heights Mountain Goat jumping

the queen glances at basilio. though the man before him posed no threat, there was still comfort by standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the giant guard-to-be. she's quick to focus her attention on the man named rodyn, alpha of moontide.

alpha — primitive's word for king though even that wasn't befitting. she lingers on his offer.
a pleasure to meet you, rodyn. a cocky smirk pulls her lips as she watches him sink in the sights of her kingdom; yes, it is beautiful.
a pack hunt, you say... may i ask who is in attendance, who may be in attendance? there was opportunity here. not for allyship — she could truly give less of a shit about being allies with beasts beneath her. insight, riches, conquest is what she craves. but she couldn't afford to be dismissive of the man before her either. for now, she entertains the offer.

to the deer and otter skins, she scrutinizes the quality of the pelts. she touches both, caressing and getting a sense of their plushness. the otterskin could be a pouch or a cloak for one of her children — her daughters would look especially beautiful in dark furs — and the deer hide would look fine on nivis.
tráeme una piel de alce. she speaks to paloma. once knitted, her eyebrows now soften as she nods. impressive. por favor.

translation: "bring me an elk hide", "please"