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im so sorry for the wait! Dx
"You plan to get somewhere in this life, dedicating yours to such trivial things?"
Skye's ears flattened against her skull, her tail now high and still. What was this coyote's intention? To taunt her, the co-leader of a pack, on the edge of her own territory? What exactly could that prove? That you're not willing to do anything to protect your land other than argue, a voice in her head whispered malevolently. But then again, this coyote was just standing there - and Skye, although quite skilled with her knife, didn't know if he concealed weapons of his own.
A snarl ripped from the coyote's throat, and Skye let her own lip pull back, revealing sharp teeth. "You know nothing of Inferni, or its intentions! Maybe you need a lesson?"
The coyote then seemed to dance along the borders of the Cercatori d'Arte pack, his hesitance in actually crossing it quite clear. "The only intentions I know of Inferni are of spiking skulls on their borders," she spat, drawing her dagger so that this coyote could see that she was willing to drive him away if needed. But was she? Although he was threatening, and clearly from a hostile clan, she still was hesitant to harm someone; she hoped it didn't show in her eyes.