The approach of others had gone unnoticed by the dame as she was lost in thought, nightmaring about the love she had lost and would never find again. Suddenly two strangers stood on either side of her, pack members clearly. An obvious threat loomed to her right, while to her left a confidant little wraith stood watching her with disinterest. Somehow the babe was the more powerful one of the two, an easy deduction as the sable demoness's head twisted to look between them and noted the darker woman's looks toward the other.
She fell back on her haunches with a demented grin, her narrow eyes gleaming with ferocity that did not reach her voice. Indifference also highlighted her raspy tones as she tilted her muzzle toward the queen and gave a curt "Neither." Her eyes quickly turned to the sky above her, her frustration growing. The attack-on-sight that she had expected had not come. It seemed the bitches needed persuading.
"Is it no longer custom to dispatch of trespassers in Alacritian pack lands?"
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