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Just like Charles, War was not much for small talk either. She didn’t get it, didn’t understand it. So when Charles spoke of the view, she gave him a very puzzled look instead. What did he mean? It was nothing but sand? Did that occur to him as a nice view? “No.” She was looking away again, it wasn’t a nice view, she didn’t think he would oppose her saying that. Not sure how it mattered at all.

She turned her face toward him again and looked the odd looking wolf over. She wasn’t an expert, but he did look quite odd for a wolf. His features were a little different than what she knew off, but perhaps he was a kind of wolf she had yet to see. She wanted to test him out.

“Spar.” It was not a request.

She lunged at him her huge body forcing it’s way forward, moving rather slowly he had a lot of time to react, but she snapped her fangs toward him, attempting to get a hold of his neck and force him into the ground with her entire weight. She didn’t bite to hurt, but to control. Dominate.

Should he move out of the way she would lunge again, same strategy as before to get him into submission.