Orren was at her side in an instant, and stealing her eyes away from the crowd for only a stolen moment, she glanced over the child, reassuring he was okay. She expected no less in the care of Naia, but they were not only in the presence of strangers.. but wolves of the Caverns. One ear flickered in the direction of her Second’s hushed whisper, her eyes lifting to fall upon her gentle face before sternly turning back to the strangers.
It was then she recognized the silver female – she had visited Oak Tree Bend once before, offering a mouth full with a name and title, as if it mattered to other packs. It meant nothing to the Baranski lady that this she-wolf had founded the pack – or, even that she lived it. What mattered to her was how close she was to her borders.
The elk leg was looked at – not with disdain, but disinterest. Maksim had indeed helped a boy in the winter.. it was not in her husband’s good nature to let one so young starve. She coolly ignored the implication of the random rank the arrogant female had delivered her -- you look higher up. Unlike others, Kisla felt no need to lift her muzzle any higher than the dominance she currently bestowed, nor did she tag a title to her name.
More importantly, the low growl that seeped past the Cavern wolf and the sharp look she dare cast to Naia ruffled the regal’s fur, and stiffening, she took a step forward, shielding Orren from view and in turn, cutting off the ability to reach her scout. “She does not answer to you, so you will do well to not order her about,” she finally allowed, her tail giving a light slash in the air as her eyes fixated boldly upon the female. “Whisper Caverns is not welcome within these forests as long as Ash Hervock remains in your ranks. Take your ‘gift’ and leave.”
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