Blackfoot Forest Sturm Und Drang

It did not take her long to find the alpha, although it had less to do with her tracking capabilities and more to do with the fact that the pale wolf had no reason in which to conceal himself. Hungrily she noted the fresh slain hare clasped in the feral leader's jaws, and quickly she adverted her gaze before it could possibly be interpreted as a challenge. To say Pallas was taken aback by Kierkegaard's magnanimous gesture was an understatement; she glanced at him slyly with a pinched gaze. Was this a test? A trick? She dared not fall for it.

"Informative." Pallas' reply was crisp and curt. Some wolves would have falsely interpreted her clipped responses as brusque, but something about Kierkegaard's aspect made Pallas believe he was the type to appreciate such transparency. "What are we dealing with here?" It was a forward question, and perhaps it was a little bold of Pallas to use the word 'we' (as if she had not just arrived only hours prior!), but Pallas wanted to know. Partially so she could better serve the post he had commanded of her, but there was also a vein of self-interest in her inquiry.