The tiger's approach, though expected and hoped for, still instinctively raised Katja's hackles when he materialized out of the forest. Far taller than her at the shoulder, he moved with a liquid grace that not even she for all her training could quite match. The viking smoothed her hackles, the cool expression in her eyes unchanging as she watched him, though she did not meet his eyes as was the wolf custom, for cats viewed that as a challenge and she did not wish to challenge this king in his own land. Not now. "I do seek you, tiger king," she returned in a voice as smooth as his, with none of the purr. "I have only just returned from diplomatic negotiations with the other packs of the land, seeking to know where I stand with each. My pack does border your territory, yet none have approached you yet. I seek to remedy such."
She was silent for a moment, ordering the still-unfamiliar words. She would much rather offend every pack in the land rather than this creature, so she must be sure. "I am Katja Finnvi, leader of the pack Ebony. I wish an alliance with you, but if that is not to be I do wish a treaty of peace between us. My wolves will stay out of your lands, and you will leave my wolves alone. Or... we could be truly allies." She stopped speaking now, to leave him time to digest her offering. She sent a silent prayer to Freya as she did.
"Speech"
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