Hot Pursuit
01-22-2014, 01:18 PM
Her ears would fall back as the discussion became more heated, Cherokee seemed not as willing to hold his composure in front of the king. The insults he would allow made her stomach turn, she could not accept such rudeness from her own husband. It seemed Isardis would do well to mostly ignore the words of her emotional husband. He would continue and tell her of the possibility of an alliance, "...Glaciem will stand neutral to you,? It seemed a fair trade off. Song was quite willing to entertain the thought of their packs forging an alliance. ?And to your husbands suggestion of proof, we are possibly the only standing pack that has been capable of proving themselves so far. Unless of course, he desires a test of individual strength?? She would turn her attention back to the man who would stand so close to her side. Before she could chance at a word Cherokee would step out in front of her again, his stance one that would bring her hackles to their ends. He wished violence? "My only desire is to see your upsetting visage out of my sight. Now." Song had never been stern with her husband so as she jumped in front of him she couldn't bring herself to growl. But she needed to remedy the situation. Tensions were rising and she couldn't allow anything to break out, not with Canta here. Her shoulder would press into Cherokee's chest as she would attempt at culling the potential fight. "Cherokee there's no need for violence," her whisper was for his ears alone, her tiara would tip back to the albino warrior,"Thank you for your offer, King Isardis. We will need time to discuss such arrangements before a decision is made." She would look back to her husband as she continued, "Such displays are quite unnecessary." whether she spoke to Isardis or Cherokee she was not sure. Speech, |