Shadow Mountain royal wyvern

she had gotten a few paces away from the man before his voice called her back. Heloise would turn her head slowly, though looking at him from the corner of her eye than face on. his voice was void of a casual greeting, gruffer and demanding that she would enjoy. he did not own her in any sense of the word, and part of her wished to move on to avoid conflict. for inside her organs screamed at her to cuff him upside the head for poor manners. and also addressing her like that.

calm. she would be calm. "Heloise cel Mare" the woman introduced herself, choosing to ignore his cool demand. yet what he did with that information was beyond her knowledge. she would fall quiet, uncertain if she should ask anything of him. though his pack scent was apparent; she was not sure whether to inquire about the community if he was there. but this was her, being a bit judgemental. he could potentially be this rude to strangers, and kindly toward allies. she had seen this before.

"and you, sir?"