Wapun Meadow I Dream in Phosphorescence

ancelin blinked, offering a toothed grin that quickly curled into a dark look. "i was coming to run you off my land," he said in a drawling voice that was friendly in the way a rattler curled in one's path was friendly.
his indigo eyes roved over her boldly, step intrusive as he tried to ascertain if she was pack or not. "you're real close to where my girls play," ancelin said in that same gentle voice, though he was resisting actively the urge to circle the stranger as if he were parading her toward a drive-line. "i've come to see if you have a reason to stay."
a rhyme? he loved it, and settled his eyes rudely on her own, demanding an answer. if she was going to start them off on a sharp foot, she'd find ancelin quite reactive. sucked for her. ruled for him. he hoped athalia was watching as he loomed near the unknown wolf in the meadow.
roll for diplomacy: 0