Dance Puppet Dance

Insult.

The male flicks his ears down against his head, chin dropping, as the hackles that where already rose in irritation rose higher. None would command the male and expect a warm reception at the command, nay, instead she was being greeted his the sharp look of judgement in the male's eyes as she barked a command. How could one look down on one that was much larger than ones self? The male wouldn't be able to comprehend it as he drags his head upward toward the sky, nostrils flaring as he tested the air, inhaling the females scent. Different.

Her's wasn't the same was the ones that laid the boarder. Interesting. Imonde keenly noted the way the other female kept her tail lower than the one that was speaking, even the second female didn't even attempt to step in front of her alpha to her 'defense.' 'We approve,' it was just a fleeting thought that didn't send the make back into the environment, but instead his hackles lowering against his flesh, though his lips where still curled, canines exposed.

Patiently though he waited, still waiting for the second female to pull some stupid tactic like, threaten Imonde. (Which would cost her dearly, as discovered by another.) Or step in front of her Alapha, which would deem this female unworthy in his eyes, for an Alpha should not have to be protected by it's puppets or babysat. Nothing yet though, just words that did not matter to the Divine, just junk from the second female that not even registered.

"We see," was the first row of clipped verbiage that seeped its way from his throat, his shoulders rolling toward under his flesh as his scruff things, his back arching under him, prelude for his defenses. His paws where pressed into the ground, weight distributing evenly as he suddenly veers away, pacing along the boarder toward the north away from the female that was behind him, and the one that was in front of him. Soon a safe distance away the male would turn back to face the both of him.

'Who would let one unworthy stand behind them?'This thoughts would question, as the male keeps his back rounded. Eyes slashing down to thin slits in response from all the defensive actions. How interesting, one person sniffing at their boarders could light a fire under everyone's tail. Though the male allows his gaze to sweep over Viridiana, his mind finally coming to terms.

'Injured,' though it made a bit more sense on why it he was receiving such a response. Slowly, almost in an uneasy fashion he would unarch his back, though flipping his tail flat down between his legs, though this wasn't done in submission, though it would appear that way, but defensively, for one didn't want their tail flagged about and easy to grab during a battle. The aura of a rouge clung heavily to the man though, respect from Imonde was not given, it was earned.

There where simply too many wolves given the mantle of leadership through someone else, either through blood and inheritance instead of being earned through the proper laws of tooth and claw. Testosterone was slowly coursing it's way through his veins, followed by lethal shots of adrenaline that urges the males eyes to flash in primitive warning. 'Let's get down to it then,' was a sneaking thought that tainted his thoughts as the environment around him seemed to grow still with the constant whispers of 'inquisition,' tainting this thoughts. A word from a year ago, that the male knew very well.

"Th-en we can sk-ip all the non-sense," the butchered language of the male rumbles from deep baritones, his weight being redistributed thoughtfully. "We fi-g-ht, we can de-m-on-str-a-t-e if you w-ou-ld like."Imonde coldly states before flicking his nose toward the second female.

"Speech"
'thoughts'