The sound of a feminine voice reached the canals of triangular cones issued an immediate response. She was still beside her father, ears flipping back to pin against her skull as the woman claimed that she would training them. Ha! Lips curled back with distaste. What could this woman possibly teach them? Pools of ice and mercury never left the fae as her father issued punishment. Omega. Eyes like daggers shot into the woman as the girl had long risen to her feet to stand beside her father, placing herself just behind his shoulder.
No sound was made. The only sign of her displeasure was her pinned ears, and kissers that curled back just enough to reveal the tips of daggers that lasted only a moment. She was an Eta. She didn't know what that meant, what rank that was within the pack, but it didn't matter now, she was an Omega. The lowest of the low.
Eyes flickered to the newcomer. She was no pack member. The woman introduced herself and stated her purpose for crossing the borders without permission. Gaze never left the new woman, but her attention shifted to her father. How would he react to this? She showed her submission clearly, obviously wanting no harm and meaning no harm. It was then that she broke her stare, looking at Chrysanthe. How would she react to all this? One of her pack members being demoted to Omega, and now an old Glaciem wolf crossing the border. War certainly put everyone out of their right mind.
