Let's try tapdancing on a landmine... Will it explode?

The woman was to appear, not that Bellamy had any doubts that she would. As a new alpha, her job would be securing the borders of her pack, gaining members, and, in due time, political relations with other packs. It might have been better to wait a touch longer before coming to check the pack out, but Bellamy felt this was the right path. She remained calm, even as her companions were guarded, uncertain. Bells hadn’t become the Leader of Ethne because she was afraid of interaction or difference of opinion after all, and simply assuming someone was your enemy was a good way to make one out of someone who otherwise might not have bothered you and yours. No, as an alpha, you needed to see others with your own eyes and make your judgements on their actions, didn’t you?

“Greetings,” The woman was to the point, and while Bellamy would give a word of pleasantries, she would skip to the point as well. The alpha and her companions before had likely been tending to something before she called them away, after all. What that was though wasn’t really her business. “I am Bellamy of Foi, Leader of Ethne, a pack down on Auster. I saw your challenge at the Oasis - you fight well, determined.” Not lies, either. The question was how those skills would be used onward.

“I was hoping you might be able to tell me a bit about your pack, and, in return, I'll tell you a bit about mine. Setting up pack relations and the like, as it were.” Another truth. She remained calm, relaxed, her gaze on the alpha alone. She trusted Ears and Whiskers to be mindful of her companions, should things shift for any reason. So far though, Bellamy wasn’t getting any immediate red flags. Could her observations before had been wrong?