Instincts were something that she understood. Having spent more time with her silent mother than her exuberant silver tongued father had given a way of interpreting body language with ease while the words that slipped from parted lips felt false and fake. She was fairly good at seeing through lies, because very rarely did the body language match the words that slithered through serpant's teeth. Maradona had time to watch carefully, and though neither parent was particularly brutal as Riven's father, she was attracted to the more feral creatures the way that her mother was. They were simply easier to understand. She watches as Riven's ears flicked back in insecurity and Maradona hopes that the girl would submit appropriately. And yet, the moonlight illuminated the pink gum and fang of that yearling and incited within Maradona an overwhelming need to dominant her. Wolf society only worked if they knew their place within the pack.

Her own lips curled up exposing fangs and pink gums with ears pricked forward and eyes boring into the younger wolf. There was the low hint of a growl as she stepped forward to meet Riven and proclaim that she would not take on anymore ground without a physical confrontation. A single ear flickers briefly towards Cersei as her red sister barks out a command. Cersei would not quiet the need to establish who belonged above the other, and Maradona would not submit to Cersei's wishes. If anything they were equals and Maradona felt no need to bow at this time. Her sisters words fell on deaf ears and that ear swivels once more to focus itself on the form that the eyes have never left. She stands tall, her fur on end highlighting the red sprinkled with silver over her spine and making her look all the bigger. She would never be a particularly bulky creature the way her mother was, but she would be slightly taller than both of them and she had every intention of using this small advantage. Her movements are stiff, and calculated like a cougar stalking it's prey though Maradona has no true intentions of hurting the creature. Her head shoots out, the growl rising in volume as she speaks her command. "Yield or I will make you." She keeps her face close to the other, unmoving except a short explanation of her power. "These are my lands." Somewhat of a lie, but also somewhat of a truth. Was she not the eldest of the children of the Alphas? Wasn't the title of Heir something that could readily be hers as much as it could be Cersei's? Wasn't she a member of this pack and thus, own the land in some manner no matter how small? Sure, she wasn't the alpha but this wasn't a messenger from a foreign land. This was a loner that was intruding. And all the stars that twinkled and blinked in their ancient light knew that Maradona would not give up without a fight.

Cersei's false attempts at seperating them did little to placate her sister. Maradona could feel the hard gaze that her sister gave her, but cared little for it. She was not afraid of Cersei and would not cow to her will tonight. Not until this young intruder had accepted her station in this small threesome. Maradona was not in the mood to play games or ask questions. Not yet. Perhaps if Riven submitted appropriately, then she would relax some and they could continue Cersei's mission of a midnight snack. Otherwise, it was probably smarter for her red sister to go awaken their parents before either one of them got into more than either really wanted.

My tongue
will taste of gin and malicious intent