03-01-2009, 04:06 PM
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The male was the first to arrive. Fresh cut and scarred, smelling of dominance. But she would not get the chance to properly introduce herself, because a sudden scent entered the air, a scent she had hoped she would never find again. Her eyes snapped to the yellow ones of her daughter. She was grown, no longer a child, but not old enough to know, to understand the world. Her lips curled in disgust. If she had known that the child was going to be here, she would have never come. A low hiss escaped her at Svara's words. 'Do not speak of what you do not know, child.' Her tone was harsh but even. The wolf turned her attention from her worthless daughter back to the male, inclining her head in respect.[/html]
'My name is Sabeen Verlust. I seek ... acceptance into your packlands.' Her mind was fast at work. She did not know her daughter's closeness to the male but did not risk assuming. Sabeen knew she must play it fast and cool to avoid a scene. It would be unavoidable at any rate but she had to come out on top, better than the rat girl who's mouth was too big for her own good. She would not admit to her taken name unless pressed (and she knew she would be) and already her mind ran through lies, seeking some neutral history that would convince the male that she knew the truth and not the brat with a grudge.