Horizon Ridge Turning Angel Wings to Dust

She noted his posture, which was a strange mix of imperiousness and submission. She didn't know what to make of the former, though it didn't sit particularly well with Pied. In response, she stood even taller, neck and legs stiffening. The pale fur along her shoulder blades and hackles bristled to make her look even larger. She would never be mistaken for a large wolf, yet at least Pied looked the part of a self-contained and dominant individual. It even felt natural to her now, in the presence of this stranger.

Like his demeanor, his reply rubbed her the wrong way ever so slightly. The reddish stranger seemed to be implying that she wasn't a respected wolf and that he didn't want to waste time talking to her. His tone didn't seem as snobbish as his choice of words, though, so Pied only blinked and stood her ground without letting his possibly haughty attitude affect her.

"All wolves here are respected, particularly over an outsider," she stated coolly. "My Alpha can't oblige every curious stranger lurking at his borders, so consider me his representative until his presence becomes absolutely necessary. What would you like to know? And what's your name?"