teeth and claws

*Malalia* · (This post was last modified: 06-02-2020, 11:46 AM by Malalia.)

"This is she." Mal's ears flickered as she twisted to set her eyes on the wolf, the newest addition to their pack. For all her frustrations, she still gave a smile, friendly swish of her tail as he finally approached her. She'd indeed noted his presence; Malalia wasn't the only one who hung out on the shore of their territory, whether it was training or leisure, and she was used to practicing by herself when others were nearby.

She closed the distance between them, and rolled to a stop with only a couple of feet left. "You're Magnus, then? It's good to meet you." The man had spent time with Sirius, Resin, and Mortis thus far, so she'd gathered his name fairly quickly, though that was the all she knew of him. She'd only laid eyes on him once, actually, at the pack meeting.

Leaning back on her hindlegs, forepaws planted forward in a stretch, she eyed him now with open curiosity. The pack had been growing steadily, but there was always some measure of excitement in seeing someone new. The gray and white brute was around Sirius' age, and though he didn't meet her father's stature, he looked formidable enough. She'd once joked that the Warlord could probably squish her with his pinky toe, what with their difference in size. With the look of this one, maybe he wasn't all that far off from that assessment, either.

"Fighter?" The query came with a toothy grin, her tail swinging easily as she shot back upright. They were a war pack, after all, so it would make the most sense. And if he was one, then that would mean she had another wolf to train with. She could get with that.

"Speech"

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