only know you love her when you let her go

Qanik took in the change to a more submissive posture neutrally. Once, a year or two ago when she still lived with her family, she'd met up with a young wolf scouting for another pack - ultimately the pack that had destroyed her family - and he had employed a trick whereupon he'd mimicked a submissive posture until she'd let her guard down, then fought his way free. She preferred not to make the same mistake twice. She did incline her head to acknowledge his respect, though.

At his words, however, her dark eyes flashed dangerously, stocky body tensing as she drew herself up. "Mind your words, stranger, and do not mistake our small size for weakness." She spoke sharply, but Qanik's temper was mild and the anger was quick to drain away, leaving her once more calm and collected. "What do you have to offer Tortuga, then, Aldoro?"

She knew it would be unwise to turn away any wolf with potential simply because of a misspoken word, but she was wary of him nonetheless.



speech.