Serris knew his words had the potential to drive the mistress away, although he couldn’t tell if that would be desirable in this situation. He remained patient anyway, waiting for her silhouette to begin moving once more. He could see something snap in her eyes, either puzzle pieces clicking together or cords being torn apart, a powerful force to be sure. She began gathering components of a.... something, amassing quite the pile of twigs and sticks. What, was she to make a dam like some lowly beaver? The King snorted quietly to himself, watching her continued movements with a combination and interest and boredom. She stripped bark and placed another line of dry wood on top, making a sort of toy tree, an absurd sight. It was then that the strange maned creature began defying the physical limitations of the lupine body, performing an act that, to the best of Serris’ knowledge, was impossible for the skeleton and its attached ligaments. He merely peaked an eyebrow, refusing to give her the “utterly shocked” reaction she was probably searching for.

This little magic show went on for quite some time, the obscene sound of the dehydrated timber rubbing together starting to drive the regal mad. He gave an annoyed huff, his spheres narrowing so that his pupil was nothing but a half-moon within the sea of his iris. This was most certainly not amusing, and at this point Serris believed the wench was accomplishing nothing more than wasting his precious time. It was then that the sparks flew and caught, a miracle considering the illogical method of their creation, and she began feeding the damn orange beast with the resources of his land. The brute rose to his feet, posture stiff once again. Her words fell on near-deaf ears, the leader more concerned about the potential complications of the open flame. To say the King was surprised by the act would be a true statement; he had only come across the oddity of fire a couple of times in his life’s timeline, all of them originating from the heavens themselves, and each time he found only abhorrence for the uncontrollable being. He knew the danger. To have this witch possess the power to call it would be something he would have to manage very closely.

Striding forward, Serris quickly scattered the small campfire with his front paw, dispersing the source of fuel, and stepped forward to fan it around with his tassel, knowing his dark hairs would singe but needing to protect his pack. He stared the nameless stranger straight in the eye, serious as the cold kiss of death. Only then did he recall her words. “You may think yourself special because you can defy logic, witch, but I can only see stupidity behind this “talent” of yours. Summoning this power without realizing the burning beast can turn and consume you, not caring for its creator.” His hind leg extended to step on an ember, the small flame suffocating under his weight. “If you destroy my pack, I will destroy you. And I’ll take extra care to make you suffer.” He would not see his forests, his home, his paradise reduced to ash and charcoal. However, he knew it would be an ultimate weapon to unleash, lest an enemy cross his path. The control it gave him was just too good to pass up. But the Alpha wouldn’t tell her he had a use for her “talent” just yet. He allowed a moment of silence between them, then turned and began walking off back into the heart of Munashii. “But I guess I could keep you around. Spilling blood with your fangs will keep mine beautifully white.” He chuckled, turning his cranium to give her a toothy grin that was not at all jolly in its meaning. And with that he disappeared into the underbrush, the slight flick of his tail the only parting sign from the hessian. She would be allowed acceptance... for now. She may know how to hide a body, but Serris knew how to destroy one.

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