Redtail Rise Crossing the frontier, 2

The fact that the male didn't immediately cower or show submission was enough to convince Lilia that he was potentially be a liability for the pack. She drew closer like a stormcloud brewing, uttering a growl that grew with each stride and in spite of her warning, he spoke, and only offered a slight bending of his form. He pleaded politely with words that fell upon Lilia with all the power of a light mist. All of it was insufficient in the eyes of the oncoming guardian. 

His words made little sense- and she intended to make it very clear that if he truly valued the life he'd been given, he'd abandon this deathwish and leave them alone. 

Had she not been titled as Berserkr, she might not have given any consideration to her actions and would have either attacked him, or driven him out. She wanted to see him leave but felt some form of reasoning tugging at her sensibilities. He was clearly trying to apologize- but brute force didn't seem to work on him. 

She slid to a halt, bristling, her bared fangs just feet away from the lowered bridge of his nose. 

"Apology not accthepted. Leave."

He would get one chance to leave without being maimed, because he'd at least minded their border markings- but that was it.