"Leave." It was not a notion that left room for negotiations. Ax was immediately on his feet, all too happy to get the chill of snow off his back, and he tucked his plume in a simpler sign of submission for the Neverwinter guardians. "Our deepest apologies for wasting your time," he replied in turn. Upon his face was a thin veil of irritation - surely directed at Hawkeye for her actions - but overall he maintained a facade of false calm. Time (and a lot of it) would be the only thing to heal these diplomatic wounds...the off-white wolf would not try to tidy the situation with even his prettiest of words.
He lowered his head, turned his eyes toward the distant boundary, and took off at a slow canter in obedience to Scimitar's command. And even though he wasn't going to entirely abandon his alpha by riding of into the sunset he didn't exactly linger behind and wait to see whether or not she'd try bartering with the border bouncers.
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