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When she stated her claim to the ground below them the cloaked creature corrected her. Purple eyes narrowed. To be a stranger on protected property was enough, and yet she spoke with little respect. The Praefectus was not as welcoming as she had been in the past, only wolves she had known for years were seen as her friends and welcomed without a second glance. There was tension in her tall form, wide round shoulders were kept straight as she looked down at the reddish woman. Ground still owned by Crimson Dreams. Her tone was solid.
At the mention of Kansas she did not loosen her posture. Of course she knew the mate to their alpha female, but this Inferni fey was too suspicious looking to allow free range through the packlands. As a whole they had been weakened by the months of war, she did not care to show outsiders that depiction of a broken pack. Why did you not call for him? She asked, figuring out that what she thought was a young coyote was something different. Her tone was more experienced then that of a six month old.
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