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Tensions were high. at least on the part of the she-wolf as far as she could tell. The male before her was the epitome of calm and confidence brought about by an assured sense of purpose and power. Truly it was an intimidating sight to behold, one that perhaps in a different circumstance she would have gone so far as to openly admire and commend. But this was not a time to gawk and stare nor praise as her culture would have asked of her. Against the internal cries of the traditions of her beloved family, her remained quiet and poised, settled neatly upon her haunches as a female worth an acknowledging eye; her presence commanding the respect bequeathed by her title.
While a word of admiration to his stature was not permitted, still she offered a kind paw in acknowledgement to his position to the neighboring pack. Though they were better called a foe to the peaceful pack, the actions of her now would dictate the future interactions between them, and for the sake of the land's safety she sought to douse further hostilities, as always, through kindness.
Again she lowered her head as the King announced himself as such. The formidable incisors of course, not unseen by her ever watchful eyes and by those of her companion still set in a hover above her. Her own clenched tighter behind the weathered sheaths of her lips, quivering slightly as his head lifted and was met with the measured look of his eyes by her own behind the veil of unkempt bangs. She had never endured such an embodiment of malice in a single form such as this. It was truly a frightful yet exhilarating experience just the same. Anxiously the tips of her claws combed through the grounds marred in the ruin of the past, until little by little the disease ebbed away and she was able to hold her head a little higher upon her strong shoulders. She would not give into this intimidation.
His sickly smile waned calling an end to their little bout of pleasantries and to the purpose of their coming from their respective keeps. And it was this cue that pulled the woman from her reserve to embrace the role she had seen her Shepard take many a time before. "If you would wish to," she began softly with her amber gaze drifting from the King to the earth underpaw. "Perhaps we can discuss the reason for your intrusion onto our lands." The woman's lips crested into a gentle smile, into the face of a mother awaiting the reasons behind a child's misconduct. She would be furious... she would be angered, but she would be kind and allow her ears to listen.