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Sorry for the wait, I'm not usually on during weekends. Something about spending time with my hubby and daughter. LOL
His readyness to attack both pleased and dismayed Deuce. She arched an eyebrow until his claws were away. When he spoke, his words were simple. An apology and an introduction. Technically young? Interesting. She'd never heard a yearling describe himself as such. She nodded, then spoke. Her voice was less cool, but still remained somewhat distant from them.
"I am Deuce Rhiannon, the shaman of Phoenix Valley, the packlands you have just wandered into. Is there a reason you are lounging around on our lands?" Her ribs ached damnably, but she remained standing, staring down at the boy. He had a scar on his muzzle. That wasn't unusual, seeing that the tall white femme had quite a few of her own scars. Some were still fresh injuries, gained from Ahren just days ago.
