A pair of eyes the color of dull amethyst did not fail to see the aggressive stance as it was displayed. Siv responded in kind, her own raven colored fur bristling to sharp spikes along the length of her spine. Despite this her face remained only half-so cruel; a single tooth was bared, a single side of her muzzle was crinkled and pulled back. She had cut her teeth on the enemies of this pack as she never had for the Hearg—this was proof to her that home was now the Thistle Kingdom, and she sought to defend it regardless of the dangers. Not that she regarded this skinny, willowy thing as a threat; Siv could break her as easily as a fawn.
Behind her, a thick tail swished and rose, and Siv took stiff-legged steps forward. “You can’t smell, then?” She chided, her tone condescending and haughty. “What sort of foolishness do you expect me to believe?” Siv rumbled a low growl deep in her chest, and yet considered what could be done. Perhaps she could capture her—though skinny, she could provide some sort of use to the pack. Another slave couldn’t hurt, after all.
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