WC:248 - :3
The Dasa eyes scanned over the other’s lack of clothing, which he assumed was her attempt to make herself as attractive as possible. Maybe if he had encountered her before he had found and lost his own white female, he may have held some interest in the other, but now, he just looked upon her with disapproving, somewhat bored eyes.
At the others words, he frowned, disgusted at how she had the nerve to ask for acceptance then throw herself at him in the same sentence. Luckily for her, it was not his decision who joined the pack; that was for his leaders to decide and he was to follow their decisions.
“And what skills would you have to offer us if you joined?” he questioned, recalling how things went when he himself had requested to join. But unlike Selene, he had no pup to send to fetch the leaders and so he was unsure on how to act in such a situation.
And suddenly, all the pieces fell into place; the one before him was clearly looking to find herself some action and would need to meet with the leaders. With a sly grin, he tightened his hand around his sword, tugging it and its scabbard free of his belt, he swung at the female’s head in a quick, smooth motions and watched as the white female crumpled down onto the ground.
Beyaz let out an approving cry and he stroked the bird fondly upon it’s head.
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