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Again with the defensive accusations, again with the fruitless anger. Nahele stared at the female as the fire in her took over, and she lashed out at him - albeit with her tongue. "I came here to request from the previous Master that her skills be put to use for the defence of the tribe." he said, contemptuously. She would find that if she lashed out at him with anything more than her tongue, he would easily win her over. Angered, however, Nahele raised a hand threateningly. "You dare speak in this manner? Where is your respect, female? Do you not love your tribe? Do you wish for it to be defenselessly slaughtered?" His blood flowed rapidly with his anger, though he did not strike her. The threat hung there, his other arm effectively blocking her in, at least in one direction. However, she was female - and hybrid at that! - and his own wolven legs would easily catch her if she tried to flee. There was no fleeing from duty, was there? He thought not.
Maska listened with a furrow in his forehead, increasingly disappointed in the Utina. While he had initially been disappointed in Nayati's choice of a mate, there was little he had thought of it, but now... Her temper was completely out of line! She would do well to restrain herself and remember her place, before his Guardian would need to put her there to make her understand. He did not expect miracles, but he did expect obedience.
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