+3 OOC: it’s all shaw talking kaayy? ^^
the wolf on top of the unicorn seemed scared, and soon took a more submissive stance, though she stayed on the unicorn, he was still frowning, his bad mood had become worse knowing there was someone in his territory that did not even ask, that did not use her nose.
Yes this is my territory, Cercatori d’Arte, it is newly established, but I painstakingly made it clear at the borders it was claimed.
Shawchert was not normally a mean wolf, but with the throbbing of his toe and other little things, he was outright unhappy. He wasn’t sure what he’d do with her yet, she was showing submission, if anything he’d escort her to the borders then let her be on her way. He knew he wasn’t going to attack her, that was way out of his character and she was showing the proper submissive acts.
If you tried to use your nose, you’d smell the scent as clear as day.
Shawchert said, he felt out of place scolding yet another person, she was in fact at a young age as well as the last one that had come trudging in without an invitation. It did annoy Shaw, though as he thought about it, that this place had once been laid unclaimed his anger dissipated. Though to an extent.
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