The Kingsroad

Suspicion. It screamed behind the woman's words. A bitter bark of laughter would roll from her tongue as her smile spilled away. This one meant business. She had mistaken her good mood for one of eagerness. Soon enough she would learn.

"My dear, do not mistake my good mood for one of eagerness. Good moods are hard to come by. I rule a Kingdom of warriors and killers. My members train rigorously, there is no room for weakness, nor will it be tolerated. My numbers are small, but they are growing."

A brief warning would be subtly given to the stranger. It was not often someone caught her in a good mood. Her pack was still not well known, and she'd be disappointed to see this one go if she did not seek a home amongst the ruthless.

"So tell me, what brings you to my borders? Elysium still waits in the shadows, unknown to many." Haunches would fold beneath her, plume curling around to rest on her toes. The dark woman did not appear to be foolish enough to attack, especially an Alpha within her own home.