The words were an echo to her hears, bellowing down the den until she stirred from her rest. The words held a dominant tone, though Elettra was unshaken by such a display. She would not object the woman. She was a wild and dangerous creature, always striving for the top and always very much willing to prove that she belonged there. She loved a good spar (which she had been lacking as of late) and enjoyed even more so a challenge. Elettra Archer could only assume upon the white woman's return, this day would come. With a heavy sigh of her plush chest, her head leveled with her spine, did she ease from the den to greet the woman in wait. "Yes, Vlarindara?" She speaks, awaiting the woman's word. A pale gaze is hard upon her, watching the every move in what seemed like a tense woman, eager and waiting. She had a much more rugged appearance now, with the scars upon her face from battle with Kiche and the newest of wounds from Aisling. She had not bothered to come to Elettra for treatment of any kind and that could possibly be her downfall today. Elettra would take each advantage she could of the woman, with an air of manipulation, swiftness over her large size, and intimidating prowess.

An ear would flicker forward before once more falling back to meet the other at the base of her skull as she spoke. The lady taking to side-step away from the opening of the den where luckily for Vlarindara, she decided to rest for the time being, granted the need for an extra eye on so many children. Usually, Elettra spent her time within her own den in the medic center, where Vlarindara would have been met with no one here but broken pride and pent up energy. Viewing the woman's tail, rising to arch at her backside, Elettra's lip curled into a snarl of warning, her own tail rising out behind her. Although she had mean to challenge her (as it was more then obvious now) her disrespect to the woman who was still, for the moment, higher in rank then her was intolerable- disrespectful. Elettra would have to question her well judgement on the woman who for the moment, was out of her place. Elettra had no means to back down- she never would. The noble had earned her placement rightfully in the pack, for whilst Vlarindara decided to abandon the pack for whatever reason, it was Elettra who was there, protecting the newborn children, feeding their mother. Hackles high, her skull would align with her spine, jaws parting to further protect her neck and head inching back to collect rolls of fat at her nape. Her limbs would shift outwardly slightly, bending at the knees to help balance herself forward, toes stretching to hold still her placement to the ground. Her back-end would lower slightly more should she the need to spring up into action. Pale gaze narrowed upon her target in wait.

She would not go easy, unshaken by the simple demand to stand down. She would snarl in response but nothing more. Fighting was her only instinct from which she came, where bleeding for your rights had been the only way to go where intimidation only worked against the weak minded and youth. Elettra Archer had trained all her life for moments like these, which would be her greatest advantage.

For a moment she would allow Vlarindara to think she had won this so easily, but her tail falling from her high stand to tuck delicately between her legs. Perhaps she would take it as a sign of submission (to catch her off guard) when really it was only to both help protect her tail from being yanked and to help aid in protection of her lower belly. Without warning would she charge, lower to the ground only by the obvious small height difference which she would take into account just as well. Neck once level with her spine would lower further more towards the ground as she came head-on towards the woman (making it difficult to ever reach her next from such a low placement) in her charge. Jaws would aim to clamp down upon her left ankle/paw but this was only a feinting attack. Should Vlarindara reach her head down for retaliation, she would instantly turn up her jaws to push up Vlar's muzzle from under her chin (with her own nose) and strike out towards the (now exposed) throat.


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