SKYWARD

She could feel them--his eyes, such a violent ruby, drowned in a predatory hunger that nearly made the fur on her spine raise--set deeply upon her. A nearly unfamiliar feeling swept over her and she forced herself to maintain her cool countenance. Something about him was different from last time. There was something more... intimidating, now. She felt as if merely his gaze was enough to peel her skin back and gaze into the depths of her mind and soul. She unconsciously shifted her weight in the direction of Deteste almost as if the minute alteration would bring him closer. Otherwise, the unnerved state of her conscience would remain fairly well-hidden.



The woman pursed her lips, having refrained from replying to his first comment as she had already sensed the weight of the second one tipping towards her. Her expression was unreadable as she sought to lock her gaze with his, pondering for only a moment before delivering a careful but firm answer. "My loyalties lie with the best interests of Ludicael," came her curt reply. Her wolves were by no means ready for a war, but terminating her alliance with Valhalla for Glaciem would undoubtedly bring the other pack upon her head, and that was similarly not something she wished. Her brows furrowed deeply as she scrutinized him, attempting to read his reaction the best she could. Already she could feel the risk in this precarious situation, and chanced a glance at Deteste, silently seeking his input on the matter, searching for his wisdom where she lacked.

"speech"