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Neela watched the stranger with narrowed eyes, that hormonal, aggressive part of her mind still urging her to snap outwards, urging her hand to move from its neutral position towards her dagger. But Neela was tired of it if she was honest. She had been pregnant less than a month and she was already fed up of how aggressive it had made her, fed up of seeing every stranger as a threat. In her usual state Neela wouldn’t have given the stranger more than a quick look and sniff over, making sure that he wasn’t allied to some group that meant them harm and then let him be; loners weren’t any threat to Casa and did no harm as long as they stayed on the right side of the border.
Neela was tired of being suspicious over everybody so she decided that she wouldn’t be. For now she still had enough control over her mood to do so, so she relaxed and let the aggressive tenseness bleed out of her face, though her hands still remained in what she liked to call her stranger position – resting on her hips in a manner that was friendly and unaggressive, but which let her access her unusually mounted knives at an instant – there was a difference between being calm and being stupid after all, this male was still a stranger.
”Fair enough ah suppose” she replied, ”Can’t really blame ya fer getting this close here anyway, some’ people don’t seem ta understand the concept of walking in a straight line, or following a path,” Neela snorted, annoyed, ”The border starts there if ya were being strict about it” she jerked her nose to a point about a metre to the strangers left, ”But the actual inner section is off over there,” Neela jerked her nose in the other direction, off towards some trees. ”No harm done anyway, not like you’re stealin prey or anything. Would recommend you be careful though; some’a the packs around here are pretty aggressive about their borders. I’ve heard tales of non-coyote being attacked just fer passin by Inferni up north.” Neela had never actually met a member of Inferni other than Vesper, nor seen the famous skull lined border for herself but she had heard enough rumours and tales from the transient loner population in her time here that she had no desire to do so.
Neela’s eyes flicked upwards at the stranger’s prompting and she let out a hum of agreement. ”It is. Prefer the stars an moon ta sunsets mahself but it’s pretty.” she let her eyes drift downwards to the stranger again, ”I’m Neela by the way, might I ask yer name?”
