| Female | Adult | Mate to None | Gamma of Bright Moon | Fantasia
Seems no one had enough courage to approach me at the meeting; leaving me in an already bad mood already. I was excited for some action, to get the anticipation of the fights to fade away as the sound filled with growls and laughter. Sparring was something I could do; Fighting was even better. Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure I could have sparred with just about anyone there and have won. Call me cocky or self-centered, but there were only a few that I worried about in the pack that could actually fight me off if they wanted. Take Tamlin for example: The regal hessian was all muscle, and had even fought off more than one challenger since my arrival in Bright Moon, leaving me with thinking he's such a badass. And to be honest, it was true! Now, I do believe I am a bit intimidated by Raylen; the brute had been around Tamlin longer than anyone in the pack has, but I am surprised by the fact that his scent is faint in the packlands once again.
Leaving the desired spot of the pack meeting finally, I stalked across the terrain of Bright Moon, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins, causing me to fidget in discomfort. Everyone had dispersed from the clearing, not following Tamlin's optional orders and simply taking their leave without interest; without courage. There was not, but one single sparring match among the pack members; Tamlin and Venga-or so I've heard that Tamlin is going to give his Zeta a fighting lesson. There went my chance of having a sparring match with the mighty alpha. Oh well, I'll just have to deal with it for the time being; perhaps we could do it in the future?
With my adrenaline still calculating to be quite high, my senses were all acurate and could pick up on just anything. Raising my obsidian crown into the air, I breathed in the newest scent into my nostrils, noting how it was rather uninviting. A loner seemed to have found their way to our borders, and it wasn't long before I figured out that they had crossed the border without an accpetion. A grunt of dissatisfaction, I pushed myself into a steady lope towards the stranger in our territory. Hackles raised, my emerald luminaries hardened as they caught sight of the disrespectful vixen. The girl had a limp to her as she entered, her ivory coat wet from a previous attempt of catching something in the river, or perhaps even crossing a puddle. Unbelievable; the audacity of some vargs these days left me speechless, and irked to the bone.
Without hesitation, I raised my banner into the air to show my dominance, muscles completely tensed to the point where I was at my full height, peering down at the female. My onyx lips pulled up slightly, a glint of my ivories hinting out from the slits as I growled in warning, "You better find your way back to the borders, pet, before I chase you off this land myself." I raise my lips in distaste, the disdain obvious in my eyes. Right now, if she didn't listen, I wouldn't hesitate to chase her off, but even if she obeyed, I wasn't sure whether I would accept or decline this offer of such a disgrace into our home. Perhaps Tamlin would; but to me, this place needed more warriors, not cowards.
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