Blacktail Deer Plateau Heard the sound of subways down the line

Not a hunt, she wanted to correct, but she tempered the response.  She knew that particular irritation was unfounded - the language wasn't natural to them.  She'd hold herself until the time came, but until that day, she'd give the respect they deserved as pack.

Harps, to her credit, introduced herself much more effectively.  Rosalyn had never stood much on ceremony with crew, but that was after loyalty was proven.  Until then, she knew that to not draw a line was to invite any young blood with a hot head to attempt a coupe.  

Harps, she greeted her, noticeably warmer in tone.  My wife told me about you.  How are you finding the pack so far?  The fight wasn't news to her, but she hadn't asked for many details.  Sorry to have missed it, it sounds like my sort of party.  She smirked, knowing she looked the part far more than actually was true.  She could fight, but rarely fought fair and preferred to give an opponent a nice view of her tail as she disappeared.