Shatter The Stars

*Surreal* · 01-23-2014, 01:45 AM

Surreal

With a chilling calmness that she didn?t feel inside, Surreal watched the young male approach, all wags and wiggles. She saw the moment he identified her pack scent, though he didn?t drop his initial behavior. He introduced himself, tones friendly, but the Beta of Valhalla wasn?t going to let her guard down. Mismatched eyes flicked past him, checking for ambushes. ?If you know I am from Valhalla, then you can understand why I?m not too fond of you right away. Your king brought war upon my pack over hurt pride. We did nothing to threaten his life. Nothing to threaten his pack. We were only protecting one of our members from being taken away from all she knew. He killed a wolf on our borders. I got a look at the fallen wolf, and he didn?t even get a chance to fight back. You may see your leader. But we see a murderer.?

Terse tones in words given with cold honesty. ?As for my name, I am not dumb enough to give it out freely to anyone from Glaciem. And you should be careful about being so friendly around an enemy.? Mismatched eyes swept over the young male. He wasn?t one she had seen at the battle, though he could have been missed while she was fighting her one opponent. He bore no obvious fresh scars that she could see, and walked without lameness. There was something about the male, however, that triggered a faint feeling of recognition. She was pretty sure they had never met in either of their young lives.

For the time being, she would shove that curiosity aside. ?I take it you are here for a spar?? She stayed civil. Not all Glaciem wolves were bad. Eris, the healer her mother had helped to birth two stillborn pups and one live pup, was a good wolf. Impra, a prisoner, had been just good enough to show gratitude for her mother saving her life when she fell ill. This young male had approached her with friendliness, despite her obvious scent. Taurig had come from Glaciem. And he was strong and honorable. But he had grown up with his mother, who Erani was very much like. He hadn?t been raised by the pink prick.

Paws shifted, falling into a relaxed, balanced stance. Readied for anything, as her tail aligned with her spine in a flick, head lowering as her chin tucked for protection to her throat. Eyes squinting, she pulled back her ears and watched the male, waiting for his answer, or attack. Or both.

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