Leera watches him with a knowing expression in her eyes, her you're wrong, as she folds her limbs beneath her in a graceful sit while listening to his claims. He thinks a pack whose name is sung through the streets of the world is an easy target, but as Leera has said prior, she believes the opposite. The world fears those whose names touch every ear, are spoken from every tongue, are written in every book. For they are the strongest, of course, alive in the minds of creatures far and wide. She's known this since even her earliest days. "Perhaps." is all she murmurs at the end of his lecture, a small, secretive smirk tugging at her maw. "Perhaps not."
Then he denies there's anything on her mind. Leera watches him with a blank expression, the end of her tail ticking is the only thing that tells she isn't a statue. "There is a lot on my mind, Acere. There always is. There are always things to unravel, to peel back from the seams," she crones, voice like a ghost's on the wind. She looks away from him now and watches the distance, her studying stare flicking between the trees. "I have a plan, Acere, but knowing it comes at a price. Things like this always do, as you know. What can you give me, if you care to hear it?" She'll take time, information, even something as small as a promise to part on good terms in exchange for him to learn her scheme. Perhaps a pack rat could become an ally? Leera knows she's not the most amiable wolf to roam the earth, and she doesn't need her pile of foes growing any more than it has.
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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