Dance Puppet Dance

Red woman would stand dominantly before him, head lifted though chin was tipped down. He didn't seem to like that and would stretch himself up to show his full height. That just left her more pissed off. Lips curled back and hackles stood on end though a large section remained matted to her neck with all the dried blood. Eyes narrowed as she glared up at him, daring him to poke a toe over her territory. It was then that Sibelle would appear like the god send she was. Vi didn't mind the posture that the red women held, in fact welcomed it. The male seemed to have to process everything, thinking it through and really. It just pissed her off more. The wait. And when he would finally speak his voice just set her off. Rage boiled and bubbled beneath her skin, rippling like the ocean before a tidal wave. She sniffed, all of that rage seeming to dissipate all at once. She didn't trust him, she didn't like him? "I hate your voice?" It was a harsh, childish insult that was probably a super low blow but the words slipped dully off her tongue anyways. Gaze would flip to Sibelle easily, nodding to her calmly and hoping she would understand what that meant even though she didn't speak just yet. "This pack is going to be a refuge for all the wolves who want to get away from the shit of the world. You seem unstable and crazy and quite honestly you piss me off." She sniffed at him, taking a step back to glare at him warily through one eye.

"Okay? Shoo shoo now little fly. Your garbled words annoy me. My dear Sibelle, lets roll, we have much to discuss." She said easily, once again taking a few steps back to distance herself from the male but from there she would pause and wait for her russet friend to move around the little pest and join her. She half expected the male to attack, for that reason alone she would keep joints loosened and balance centred. Ears pinned back and eyes narrowed though she had quite honestly just been glaring at him this whole time. Shoulders were rolled forward, back arched slightly and stomach tucked. She didn't warn him not to come back. Honestly if he could learn a little fucking respect she might not have hated him so much. But how dare he try and fucking stand over her. She would have ripped his throat out and let him choke on his own blood if she didn't have this stupid pack now and an image to maintain. Once Sibelle came around the male and joined her she would start back off further into the pack lands, one eyes always cast over her shoulder at him in case he might attack.

-exit Vi-