12-25-2008, 11:39 PM
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Well, that certainly hadn't been the response that the gray wolfess had been expecting. She swallowed once, cocking her head to the side. Sarcasm failed her so utterly every time she tried to use it. It wasn't part of her personal makeup, but she had refused to let the stranger make her feel awkward and out of place with her actions. It seemed no matter what she did, she always felt like a fool. Geneva felt like she had made a total ass of herself, but the aloof stranger didn't seem affronted. It spoke volumes for the way she had been treated in her past, which was apparently not a fairytale. But she seemed of the curious sort, and Geneva could relate on that level. "I'm the Chief Sergeant of the Crimson Dreams pack," she said. Her rank was part of her story, and she wasn't bragging, although there was a certain pride in her voice. She hadn't expected to move up in the ranks, but she accepted the responsibilities as an honor. Although responsible and reliable, Geneva was not a dominant wolfess at heart. She could act the part when she felt threatened, if she felt that she needed to protect her pack - her family - she definitely could, but it wouldn't be her first reaction or nature. "I came to this land a short while ago, after my mate and children died. I had been seeking a place to raise a family. I found the perfect place, but not in time." |