Falls of the Hinterlands Do you doubt it's yours?

The tension in Simmik was sudden and contagious, causing Vallkyrie's own lean figure to tense, her long legs quivering with anticipation of what was to come. The arrival of two wolves- no, a wolf and...some kind of mixed breed, she figured, but definitely no true wolf. He comes with a heavy step, followed by his partner which looked very similar to the arctic at her side. When the half-breed speaks, icy eyes side glance his way as he coos, making it clear he knows just where they come from. She thinks, for a moment, they had the upper-paw in knowing so but it seemed too Simmik knew of them with the snapping come back she offered. 

A rapist. The hairs along the woman's spine rose, a growl rumbling in her throat. Had he done something to Simmik? Something told Kyr that the woman standing at his side was all too aware of her leader's (at least higher ranked wolf, by the way they stood) antics and did not care. With all the pieces of information put together that she had learned, Kyr was able to make quick assurance that this was the 'Saints' everyone had been talking about which meant likely he was Donovan or Derg. Either way, Kyr had not expected to find them here which left them in quite a big of a pickle should things get out of paw. 

Our duties to our pack are our own. She spoke, at least, trying to be the more sensible of the pair, knowing very well if a fight were to happen it was a very long way from home. Sure, Moonspear was just on the other side but they would have to go around, as the barrier mountains were impassible. Still, maybe, if this leader had some sense, he would know a fight here would mean a war for them later. And as Simmik has made it clear, we don't need the help nor company. So if you'd excuse us, She took a side step away from the river bed, nosing Simmik's flank who stood in front of her protectively. With intention to make way, Vallkyrie's cold eyes watched them should they decide they werent quite finished with them.