As a warning, unless she changes her attitude quickly, she will either be turned away from the pack or be labelled as a Serf for a very long time. If you were a newer member, I'd be less inclined to think that way, but you've been around long enough. 544 words.
####The war was far from his mind now, and he was glad for such a distraction. It did not matter to him what the problems were between Inferni and Dahlia de Mai—it seemed that there were bad things done by both sides, from what he had heard, and therefore, he could not be on either side. Their problems did not involve him, and if it had been even just a year ago, he would have involved himself simply to bring down the bad from both sides. That had been his job; his duty was not to ignore the bad from one group and focus on the bad of another, but to see no difference between them. He could not be biased in regards to who he seemed to like, and frankly, he had not met many from either pack, and could not say that they had left a lasting impression on him if he had met them, the exception being his niece. The only pack in the area he could say he would side with if they were in a war was AniWaya, but that was because he had met members of the tribe and considered those that he met to be good. Heath had told him long ago that his father had raped his mother and abandoned his children, and now he was a leader of one of the packs in the area. It was not AniWaya, and not Dahlia, but those were the only two he could rule out.
####Emerald eyes glared down at the female, though his pack member arrived and spoke just after the trespasser did. He’d met Firefly once before, and then had seen her again at the meeting, but that was the extent of his communication with her. “Hello, Firefly,” he said, tone much warmer to her than his general manner was to the girl. Firefly was a pack mate, and he felt it necessary to respect those he lived and worked around, whether he liked them or not. That was not to say he did not like Firefly—he had no opinion, really—but there had been instances similar with other members. Regardless, he was glad that she seemed to be less than pleased by the red girl’s tone and words, as well. “Get up and show respect,” he demanded, his usual polite demeanor ignored as his face remained stoic, tone even. “You do not belong on these lands, and unless you can tell us now exactly why you’re here, then you are more than welcome to leave and not return.” Either way, Vigilante held a very negative opinion of this girl already. She seemed to think she was special and the way she was holding her body and the way she was speaking made him think that she thought herself overly attractive and important, but truthfully, Vigilante was mildly disgusted by her. He was a fan of class, and this girl apparently had none at all. Life was probably going to kick her in the rear end hard eventually, but the doggish man was not willing to tolerate her insolence until that point. Either she was going to learn respect and show it, or she was going to leave the lands she had trespassed on.