Arrow Lake we are made of flesh

it is called trigedasleng, though why it was of any concern of his was beyond her, unless he was one of them ...but he did not speak trig. the foreign word that he spoke to her was as unfamiliar to her as she guessed trig was for him. packs. did he seek then to usurp? his harsh sigh earns him another withering and frigid stare.

caution, wanheda... praimfaya watches as he steps closer and her hackles bristle along her spine, lip curling back to reveal her sharp teeth. no. she tells him briskly, body taunt, the word coming out in a low rumble. she would engage him if she needed too though she is not foolish enough to think she could take him alone. a quick howl and she could — and wound — summon any of diaskru to her side should he press.

his 'scouting' intentions, praimfaya realizes quickly, are not as pure as she first assumed them to be. no respectful beast would antagonize anyone upon the borders regardless of age, not if they were truly looking to join.