old is your soul.

Fiery gaze observed the pale-coated woman, wondering if she had even realized that she was intruding. It mattered little to the matriarch; accidental or not, an intruder was an intruder just as a murderer was a murderer. ?Ignorance is no excuse,? she offered simply, not harshly, flickering her tail. Virgil knew not what to do; if it were her pack she would give the woman two options join or leave and yet she lacked such authority. However, the indecision did not last her long, for soon she felt a bump against her hip, head pivoting for a moment to focus upon her russet-smothered king. The choice was in his hands now, and should he call upon her, she would answer.

For now she sat, comfortable, eyes reaffirming their position upon their unwanted company. ?I can escort you out of the territory, to avoid confusion,? she said, sharply, leaving no room for arguing should the woman decide to. These caves belonged to Amenti, and Virgil would not stand for letting this woman sneak around the territory as she pleased. It may not have been her own pack, but it was a matter of her own life. Nonetheless, she would wait for now, prepared to execute orders. Virgil didn?t enjoy being a security guard, but for now she was a subordinate, and as such it was necessary.