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His wait was short - a fact that garnered further praise upon his new, official neighbors - but Rune quickly realized the wolf that approached him was not the one of this pack that he had met before. She was considerably smaller than the giant blue wolf, though obviously she carried his same propensity for unnatural colors. Where the other wolf had been of a deep, midnight blue, she was covered in fire, composed of dark smoke and brilliant flame. Rune's brow furrowed a little as he wondered how many other wolves here were colored unnaturally aside from the two he had so far seen. Was this a common feature among them, or was this as colorful as the lot of the family got?
The Guardian straightened himself up as the wolf approached, releasing a quiet breath as he prepared himself for further diplomatic interactions, but rather than be greeted with formality he was greeted with...something else. The frown the serious individual wore managed to deepen at the flirtatious words of the red-colored woman and his patience began to wear. He had not decided to visit his neighbors in order to get hit on by one of their own, nor did he think the behavior appropriate for greeting anyone who was visiting a pack land's border. He began to question the type of pack the blue wolf Glacier had intended to run with this family as the woman Serefina laughed at her own behavior, attempting to excuse herself because of the weather. He only breathed out a short, unimpressed, "Hmph," in response, still suddenly unsure of his neighbors.
Finally seeming under the control of her senses again, the fiery wolf went on to claim herself as the pack's Lead Warrior and her brother Voltage as their Alpha. Her story about Glacier was instantly concerning, especially since Rune had not associated the large male with any sort of clumsiness that would warrant him being given the name "big oaf." He had handled himself well when he had visited Secretua the first time, had gone away without any harm either. Had Rune maybe been fed a completely wrong impression of these wolves from the start? "He visited my pack before your family became one," Rune answered bluntly, just a hint of concern within his voice for the injured wolf though it was likely overridden by the irritation he still felt. "told me your family wouldn't be a problem to mine." Maybe that only meant if they stayed on their respective sides of their shared border and did not try to associate with each other. "He didn't strike me as the clumsy type."
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