Crash and BURN
Did she just call her an old lady? She narrowed her eyes on Mercy, and she knew all too well the kind of attitude she had. The way this woman carried herself was one of the reasons why Avalon respected her. She wanted the confidence that alot of the wolves in Imperium had, and while yes indeed it had come later rather then sooner, she finally had it. "You did not just call me old, Mercy. It's only a matter of time before you start growing grey hairs, but me you'll never be able to tell." She smirked, lessening some of her previous anger as her hackles slowly lowered. The expression the woman had when initially found had not gone unnoticed, and Avalon had never expected such a look from someone like her. It was pleasing, to say the least. That this time, she ruled and Mercy drooled. Yep. That was one way to put it. She had also learned to catch on to these types, thanks to the company of Valentine of course.
When Mercy tried to play innocent, it sent Avalon's eyes rolling. "Oh? I suppose your scent got up and walked all over my territory?" She could only imagine what might have happened if a group had come by while Mercy was playing in her yard. By law, they would not have let her off so easy. Or at least, they shouldn't if any trespasser was caught in their lands. And if Avalon had caught anyone having tea with an intruder, they'd certainly be in huge trouble worthy of severe demotions. Allowing trespassers to remain on your home turf was a breach of trust, after all. But Mercy? She was lucky she had been caught outside. Despite her scent being all over within the border...next time though, Avalon wouldn't be so forgiving. It would make her seem weak if she let friends or acquaintances or whatever just come strolling in whenever they felt like it.
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