ardent

Mary, Mary, quite contrary



Peregrine

Loner

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08-25-2016, 06:25 PM



The man brightened upon seeing her. Good start, she thought. Better than blind rage or or disgust or something, she thought cheerily to herself. His first remark was a compliment on top of it all. What a sweet talker! It was true enough that many wolves had underestimated her in her life so far. Many saw her lackadaisical personality and slim stature as a sign of weakness, but those who had spent time with her knew the truth about her passion. Perhaps this one would learn too. "Thanks. I've found that where adversaries are concerned it's generally better to be underestimated than overestimated." It was a simple statement, though perhaps paradoxical coming from the leader of a pack. Then again, when had she ever cared how others perceived her? Why care how outsiders perceived them? Their strength could remain the same regardless. She'd take her enemies underprepared and ignorant, thank you very much.

Well, Oleander proved to be just too damn cute. He stumbled over his words, and Peregrine couldn't find it in her heart to tease him about it. She cast a glance upward at Tsiry and found her glowering down from the branches. Unimpressed, hmm? Even better. She nodded politely as he told her all he'd apparently come to say. A garden, hmm? She had never thought to cultivate a swath of her own really, she'd never had a place she could hope to return to day after day upon year after year. But now... Her tail thumped against the hard packed ground. "Well, I have to say, you've probably come to the right place." She grinned at him, teeth gleaming between her ebony lips. "My pack is founded on the idea of trade, resources, wealth. We use our unique skills and intelligence to gain the upper hand... and occasionally violence if it's necessary. Your garden and your wisdom would be quite welcome here." He hoped that her rather brash speech wouldn't scare him off, so she hoped he wasn't as skittish as he looked. At the very least perhaps she could beg a lesson from him as he fled.



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