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A rather disappointing occurance.
The voice of the Patriarch as it rose into the air was better left unheeded in the mind of the she-wolf. Her relation with the devil still shaky at best and when her understanding of the others of the pack were to a considerable degree, hers for Jefferson were nil at best.
None the less, in the midst of her defiance she still obeyed the voice that beaconed the attention of the Valley. On dual limbs, she walked with a sliver of haste in her steps to attend the meeting having gone underway. Her attendance, she imagined would not be noted as significant though her height towered above her clansmen and the stride could not have been considered hasty. More so lumbering, still unstable as the poorly practiced dance of limbs drew her nigh. Slender auds still perked forward, absorbing the gruff tones of the Alpha as his decree bellowed over the growing crowd.
A tender frown creased the dame’s brows, acknowledgement to her clansmen forgotten as the weight of Jefferson’s words fell upon her like an uncomfortable veil, smothering…hindering. She knew little of the packs being spoken of, but she could not deny she harbored some intrigue for the participation of the foreign affair denied to them all. Oh, but she was interested, if only to be so to spite the King. The corner of her jowls turned south with displeasure though her lips remained sealed as they quivered in place. An ear feigned left as if gesturing to the named wolves, but her ears were closed in listening. Merely a show to suggest her intrigue as her attention was now detoured elsewhere and loosely at that. Her name had not been addressed, but like the those without names, she was addressed as the ‘others’ and given a task to fit the subtle title. Watch and wait. Heed and take notice. Was that not her routine as it were?
The dame withdrew her fangs, baring them wide with the straining curl of her tongue. The slick appendage falling looses from her dangerous maw as the heated breath of boredom tainted the air. Her tongue recoiled, the yawn silenced and eyes dropped with apparent fatigue. If there was nothing more…she would do better to continue her ventures. Stay clear of the Dahlia lands…this she would abide, for why round herself into the conflict? But a stop to her explorations were not come. In her musings, the female nodded, projecting an image of obedience.
Again, an aud detoured facing the image of Ty as he spoke his intentions to the King. His voice laden with concern for his pack mates. Training. And how she questioned the sudden need for this. Shouldn’t this have been part of the pack curriculum should events such as this transpire? It seemed late, she admitted in silence, to only now want something of this caliber performed, albeit it was a splendid idea. Yet, her voice would not rise in agreement. Rather, the crimson maned dame stared on, eyes drifting listlessly amongst them all, seeing who among them agreed and sought to add their words.
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