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The wolf kept her distance, and Blanc duly noted that the woman did not submit in any definition of the word. The distance was respectable, but Blanc bristled; she had always been taught to defend, to push. And so Blanc took a step forward, far from amused at what she saw as blatant disrespect, her lips quivering, threatening to break into a snarling scowl. If the other took a single step forward, Blanc would be upon her as fire would dry would if given the chance, to consume every piece of her as though she were the flame biting the lumber.

The other spoke then, and Blanc tilts her head. And what do you offer in turn for this information? Amekaze looked every part the disinterested loner, so Blanc wondered at the others willingness to join a pack then and there, and Blanc had always been taught of discretion. This was not Tartok she understood, but she protected it as such. Perhaps her protectiveness over the territory would turn Amekaze away. It was not her ambition for this to occur, but first and foremost Blanc was a wolf, protective over her home, her territory. Chakra had the grace to allow her entry, and Blanc willingly served the pale woman in turn.