two types of clever

The male looked startled by her presence, but that was something she was used to. A slow blink from the alabaster woman would follow as his features shifted to the expression of vague frustration. What was there to be frustrated about? One brow would quirk in the slightest, expression mildly quizzical as she watched him. He rolled to his feet, and she took a step back so he would not bump into her. Sharing personal space with a stranger was not ideal for her. He did not offer a greeting, but instead burst out with a rather aggressive demand. Lip would curl in disdain, tail tip flicking with irritation. Who was this wolf to speak to her so? Tail would curl over her slim hips, audits lowering toward her skull as she stared down her snout at him. "Who are you to speak to a stranger with such a tone?" She would reply coldly, accented vocals edged with a growl. What an uncouth man, he was. His parents did not teach him manners, obviously. His family did not raise him right, and look at where that left him. The temptation to cuff him solidly over the head was very real, though she was leaning more toward knocking him right back onto the ground instead.

Crown would lower to fix her silver gaze upon his features, much closer to his face this time. This was no way to speak to anyone, and it would not take much at all to make sure he did not forget that. However, she would refrain. Better to await his reply, find out where in his brain it said that such manners were acceptable. It had better be a good reason, or she would not hesitate in knocking him down a peg much longer. What a rude little beast he was, for one in such a disadvantageous position. Outweighed by what was no doubt quite a bit, and on the bad side of a princess and her temper. What a fool, this male was. Eyes narrowed, expression expectant- a reply had better be hasty in its forthcoming.