When he finally appeared, Palaydrian rose to her fours and was surprised with herself at the dominance she naturally displayed. Tail held high, chest puffed out, and hackles bristling with anxiety on her back. Never in her life had she challenged the iron fist of rank, let alone a male but this was her alpha, her leader! Oh Luna what was she getting herself into? The shock may have registered in her face for a split second, but she couldn’t let her guard down now, not after she was already so far committed. The only soft feature of her body were her eyes, windows to her soul that spoke depths of her emotions. While she loved and knew she should trust the ebony man with her life, here she was faced at the precipice of insubordination and beyond. She felt only anger and misunderstanding towards the man, but worst of all, Drin exuded alarm. This was the threat she had been trying to avoid since taking Leaf in.
His wagging tail only strengthened her resolve, she couldn’t allow him to easily crawl into her heart as he had in the past. The days of telling stories and sharing feelings as if they were the best of friends was shelved at the moment. A piece of her ached for that relationship once more, but she couldn’t help but feel dejected by his actions and defensive in Titania’s stead. It was silly, but she took Adonia’s “offenses” personally and bitterly knew that grudge would be held fast onto. Her eyes picked up on the curiosity registering on Zalen’s face, so far he knew to be on guard but he was already close enough. Not able to hold back, Drin rushed forward with a snarl stopping a few feet from the large male and planting herself sideways to block his view of the den. It’s none of your concern! She bellowed, voice shaking with uncertainty, but body speaking volumes of her intentions should he challenge her.
Limited interaction with the pack combined with the natural call to motherhood had caused the normally calm and light hearted woman to become a bit feral. She bared her teeth to her alpha for good measure before sheathing them behind her dark lips. The healing cut on her forehead felt wet now, all the aggression must’ve started to reopen the wound, but still she didn’t drop her guard. Have you come to seek my blessing? She spat, mentally chiding herself for jumping to such an accusation. You will get no such thing for your grievous actions or your harlot...and for that I’m not sorry. Her heart was racing and she could feel her paw pads sweating. To be this disrespectful was almost painful, but the floodgates had opened and she couldn’t stop as the angry tears welled up in her eyes.
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