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Even after the time X'ies has spent in the pack, the tension between him and Jaden was still too noticeable for her to ignore. Perhaps she was naive for believing time would settle this dispute between wolves. Perhaps it was a forceful paw they needed to bring an end to their dislikes. But as there was not yet a sharp tongue dealt toward the other, she simply remained watchful, maintaining the soft smile on her muzzle as they skirted around each other.
Attempting to pacify them surely wouldn't have looked good to either of them, especially if it came as a decree from the Alpha. Rather, she looked at their behavior as two wolves that still did not understanding each other and was thus leading them to be at ends. It was childish in her eyes, but like all children they would grow out of it eventually. Though she hoped it would be soon, else she would have to usher the change along with a hard, swift paw. The thought was laughable... but not at all unlikely.
The little rise of humor was abruptly set aside when attention was called to her fellow Alpha's present state. While it was not unlike the Lambda to poke and prod and tease... these words he offered did not have that inflexion often found. She was little more than bothered when he assumed his lesser form as her gaze was then set on Jaden in question. Faint, nearly overtaken by the natural scents that surrounded him, but it was there beneath it all. It was only just before the hunt she had caught a like scent upon the border, fading just as the scent that touched her companion... but it had been there. Of course it could not have been the same as what she believed it to be.
A memory had surfaced itself in her mind, scratching at the back and wanting to me let in and acknowledged. It lingered just on the threshold but slipped further in as she picked and picked how that scent was familiar. She knew she had crossed it...but she found herself distracted in thinking of a description of a yellow dog. She had only one in mind, for it was attached to a memory she could not forget. A pristine white coat drenched in blood... the shock and disgust upon her pupil's face as she replayed the scene she had witnessed. A dog that toyed with a defenseless wolf simply for the pleasure of doing so.
Her gaze did not stray to anything else but the male before her. Perhaps this is what he wanted to discuss.
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