Here come the drums

The fellow wasn’t put off by her lack of interest, it seemed. Her cool demeanour didn’t lift, though she turned herself to better face him, hind legs shifting subtly under the water to better gain her weight, and the power for a spring should her new acquaintance give her a reason. The impish grin and bravado in his actions brought a raised brow, one ear shifting back as she listened to him and his enquiry of deeds to be done. “What was your exile for?” Had this exile been self imposed, or was he thrown out for a crime, and exiled from his home? He wasn’t from here, that much he’d said. Far from prideful, she was actually humble, proud of her family and the enduring nature of the Adravendis. She wanted to make a home for her family, a pack that would be a pillar to the land, as Valhalla had once been for so long.

His sniffs of the air weren’t missed, and she made her disinterest in him in that respect clear, turning her head away from him, letting a bored expression flutter over her face. It might deter him, or it might only give him the impression that she was playing hard to get, or was even more interesting for the refusal. She had a mate already. However, he felt like the kind of male that could be an asset. Unattached to her, not a scent that had been a part of the plains, though she thought she might have caught wind of him before a while back, with another male. “I could be in need of a mercenary. If you are a strong fighter, there might be a place for you in the pack I intend to raise in the Plains, to the north of here.” Mismatched blue and gold gaze locked with his green one, intent, powerful. “You seem like the more chaotic type, one for whom rules are merely a trivial irritation. Would I be right?” She may have broken rules, but the last time she could remember ever breaking a rule was when she’d been a pup, wandering a bit too far from home. She wouldn’t have ever met Creed, though, if she had not.

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