The man seemed to take her bait, a faint interest showing in his gaze as she described her lands and the pack wolves within them. He took a step toward her, and instinctively she took a step back. She wouldn’t take any chances with the children growing in her stomach, especially not with a brutal looking man with no background that she knew of. No, she would keep the distance between then just as it was. She shot him a look that said as much, asking him to keep their space a respectable bit a part as she suspected he’d oblige. His movement had only been out of curiosity, not interest to get closer to her.

His question about Vespertio made her pelt bristle slightly. He was beginning to delve too deep, and she was beginning to question his motives in asking them. The pale queen was good at reading profiles, and from what she was beginning to discover from this man was that his pelt showed much of his personality. His interest had peaked when she had mentioned the word power, and so that, she decided, was his true goal. They already had one power hungry canine in their lands, and that was surely enough. Fallen Tree Cove needed members, but they weren’t quite that desperate.

Her next words were chosen more carefully, the goal in mind of protecting her lover, the father of her children, and their pack from any more information being handed out about them. “Our goals are not yet fully decided; perhaps we may decide to stick to the lands we have for a while. My mate,” she emphasized the words, though they were not official. Perhaps they might deter him, something that she hoped would happen, “Is a strong leader. He and I are both fully supported by our members, as would be expected.” She said, and that was that. A step back insinuated that their conversation had come to an end, “I apologize for leaving mid-conversation, but I must be getting back. Duties to attend to,” A dip of her head in dismissal was given, before she turned and headed away.