A stranger in the wind.
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He watched the female gather herself to leave, an arrogance that had been hidden by the submission clear now. She was not someone he wanted anywhere near his pack. If she threatened to do so, Tharin would chase her off. She had to submit to the pack, or face the consequences. It was as clear as that. He wanted to make sure that she wouldn't be circling around, returning to the borders by another route, that she actually cleared off. Her decision to not attempt trade there removed all excuses she had for lingering near.

The mocking whisper stood his hackles up. Fangs bared in anger. The weak ones are the ones forced to rely on such things. Don't ever come here again! Tharin would make sure that Zalen heard about this, that the disrespect shown towards the pack would not be forgotten. He wouldn't allow this female back by the pack, even if she crawled over and exposed her belly. Tharin would tear it out first. His hot temper flared up, only the wish to maintain the dignity of the pack keeping him from rushing out and attacking her.


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