Sorry to make you wait! Cwmfen doesn’t really make friends, but she’s friendly and respectful of all the members of the pack, ^=^ And she’d die for any of them because she feels like that’s her purpose, haha. I’m sure they’ll get along!
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Mischief. It twinkled in the eye of the loner. Cwmfen had observed such a thing before. The troublesome wolf, Svara, had had mischief in her eyes as well. Much turmoil had been churned within the pack because of that girl who did not know self-discipline. The Warrior, since then, had been careful when greeting loners on the boarders, cautious to watch for that spark that could bring the pack such trouble. However, the coyote-canine had displayed submissively to her, and the black wolf had approved. Always, the Dahlian enforced the strict culture of wolves when interacting at the boarders. It was then that she could gauge the quality of the visitor. The black wolf did not think, however, that the loner, should admittance to the pack be permitted, would cause problems. And if the Warrior was wrong, the Warrior would take care of the issue.
A quiet growl disrupted the tranquility of her presence. The white eyes hardened, taking up the challenge. They peered into the yellow eyes as if seeing right through them, or perhaps something completely different. Holding her gaze with ease, the black wolf listened to the words. It was strange to her that milk should be consumed by an adult, but it was interesting as well. She couldn’t remember the taste of her mother’s milk, but would the milk of another animal be worth consuming? And she didn’t even know what ‘yogurt’ was, but that appeared to be irrelevant, for it was admittance into the pack that the coyote-canine desired.
The wolf’s posture changed, her hackles rising. But the tranquil face was only partially distorted as she bared her strong, white teeth. “You wish to join and yet challenge me, Ife Yahimba,” the alto melody sang, the tranquil tones marred by a sanguine touch. “A pack is willing to accept members, but not creatures that shall disrupt its unity.” The Warrior thrived from War, but it was Peace that was the purpose of that violence. Her features became calm, the tranquility restored once more. “Should you join a pack, would you help to preserve that Peace?” The Warrior did not play games, although perhaps such a thing was due to never having played before.
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