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As she spoke, the black fae kept her white gaze upon the other steady. He was silent, but he was listening. The boy’s own gaze was steady, and she found that to be a sign of respect. And, being his elder, the female did expect such a thing; she had been raised with the notion that the young were to respect and listen to their elders. Of course, even if the boy had not shown her such respect, it was not as if she could do anything about it. He did not belong to her pack, and thus disciplinary steps could not be made without the danger of causing some sort of conflict. And the black fae, having only recently accepted her Adonis promotion, was going to tread carefully upon this new field that she had entered. For now at least. Familiarity tended to promote boldness.
Her offer seemed to be taken with pleasure. The warriors eyes noted the subtle physical change that overcame the younger coyote. He was alert, his eyes open and seeing. But she knew that he was not using this opportunity to make an attack upon a political enemy, for the light gesture he had offered with his tale. A light smile graced her maw, and it was almost fierce. She did love war so. Even this playful duel had made better her day. Her posture changed too, shifting slightly in the ash. But the warrior waited as Ezekiel rushed in. He was smaller and quicker, and he knew how to use his assets. As did she. His jump the side was sudden, and it was impressed upon the female. She leapt to the side, her movements light and controlled. With a swift movement of her own jaws, she brought her woad banded maw to greet the jaws that sought her scruff.
As she spoke, the black fae kept her white gaze upon the other steady. He was silent, but he was listening. The boy’s own gaze was steady, and she found that to be a sign of respect. And, being his elder, the female did expect such a thing; she had been raised with the notion that the young were to respect and listen to their elders. Of course, even if the boy had not shown her such respect, it was not as if she could do anything about it. He did not belong to her pack, and thus disciplinary steps could not be made without the danger of causing some sort of conflict. And the black fae, having only recently accepted her Adonis promotion, was going to tread carefully upon this new field that she had entered. For now at least. Familiarity tended to promote boldness.
Her offer seemed to be taken with pleasure. The warriors eyes noted the subtle physical change that overcame the younger coyote. He was alert, his eyes open and seeing. But she knew that he was not using this opportunity to make an attack upon a political enemy, for the light gesture he had offered with his tale. A light smile graced her maw, and it was almost fierce. She did love war so. Even this playful duel had made better her day. Her posture changed too, shifting slightly in the ash. But the warrior waited as Ezekiel rushed in. He was smaller and quicker, and he knew how to use his assets. As did she. His jump the side was sudden, and it was impressed upon the female. She leapt to the side, her movements light and controlled. With a swift movement of her own jaws, she brought her woad banded maw to greet the jaws that sought her scruff.