I am abrasive, today at least. It cannot be helped. Besides, there is a certain fun in these events, these chance encounters. There are few days that I encounter a wolf that does not presume to know me, or does not dwell within the very pack I lead. I cannot allow the opportunity to enjoy myself pass me by. What is the worst that could happen? Conflict, perhaps, and yet I have seen enough of it to understand my own potential. If they speak ill of Glorall? It would not change the way Moladion perceives us for already, we are seen as some mere sandy hollow amidst self important rulers. Truly, I have nothing to lose save for a meal that I did not waste energy on. It is what makes me abrasive.

She? She is calm. She sits, idle and patient and speaks with a voice so tepid that it reminds me of a cool river on a warm day. Neutral. I cannot help but feel one side of my lip pull up in an amused grin as I continue to stand and watch. I nod slowly, mulling over her words before I shrug my shoulders. "Indeed, you could wait." I pause for a moment, as if testing her resolve yet I soon continue. "You could also steal," I say as I place my paws atop the belly of the beast, pushing down and testing its strength. I pull myself atop it, my claws burying into its thick fur as I feel it shift beneath me. Now, I am king of this body, no? What an amusing thought. "Or, you could take it by force." I shrug again, my voice devoid of challenge. I am simply stating the facts.

I stand there, atop my fleshy throne, for some moments. I consider her closely, my eyes hard on her as my head tilts in silent inquiry and observation. From here, I can catch the breeze that carries her scent. She smells of no pack and yet, she smells of many wolves. An associate of Taika perhaps? Or Tithe? They had approached Glorall some time ago, intent to hold some gatherings within the confines of the pack. Yet, they had never come. Something to consider, at least.

Finally, I leap down from the carcass. I remain close however, meeting her eyes levelly and with genuine curiosity: "why choose to wait?" A rational thinker was rare, no? Why not test my luck?