Greatwater Lake eb k'ak'is

Tarantula came from a different direction, arriving moments after his silent mistress had stopped and looking surprised to find her there. He briefly took in the strangers, having heard only half of what had been spoken, then made his way to the bristling alpha female's side, turning to face them.

Fortunately, the murkwood wolf was not keen on fighting anyone without reason, and though he did not raise a hair towards them, he did not seem particularly inviting either.

Tarantula speaks now, he announced himself in a raspy, somewhat strained voice. This pack stay from that territory, he gestured towards them. That pack stay from this territory. Wouldn't that be good enough? Alliances felt foreign to Tarantula, though his broad head was tipped slightly, and his blue eyes were questioning.