As the brute approached, the dame stood her ground, still ready to spring if the brute were to threaten her. The lyrics of the brute were obviously foreign, so the dame simply replied, "Sir, I beg your pardon, but could you please use English?" Cyan eyes were trained on the russet male, as she shook her head, relaxing slightly, the fur on her hackles lowering. Her banner became tightly curled about her paws as she sat down, her inky lips moving in such rhythm to train several words. "I have heard of this pack, Elysium, is it?" The dame did not wait for a reply before continuing. "I request to join your pack, and if you do not believe that I am enough to join, I could prove it in a spar." Hungrily, the dame awaited the brute's reply, cyan eyes glinting.
