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Jaidah studies the female before her, taking in the hint of death that cloaked the female's own scent. It was not everyday that another was revealed to her, but this day it seems a like-minded pack had come to be in the beach-side pack. Perhaps the familiar scent of the male was the leader now, and Eden was his name. Arbiter was far outside Jaidah's own vocabulary, but she supposed it was a high rank to hold if the woman was out here to make nice with the neighbors. Jaidah listened, and responded when necessary. "I am Jaidah, Night Mother of Asteraia and keeper of her gates. What might your business be with my pack and I, Arbiter of Glorall under Eden?" This is what she gathered from her strings of words.
Perhaps, the other had truly gotten the jump on her after all. "Come, walk through the grass with me, Achlys, was it?" The white snake speaks smoothly in her girlish tones, her voice more doll-like than most. With that, she turns, walking in toward the bay. Should the other wolf wish ill in any manner, Jaidah has ever confidence she could take the other, but she never has to worry. The Dread never leaves the Night alone, not here. Where she should be safest, she is made to fear those who would take her crown. She could never be too careful, uprisings would come from anywhere. An alliance would benefit both the sea-faring packs, and the white wolf knows it. Still, she wants to see what the black and white beauty is about.
mistress, five, 35in/150lbs, no one held down, no one captivated,
created widow & gehenna (x Reaver),
Night Mother of Asteraia
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