| ELEANOR
and it tells you to tear everything apartHer ears pinned to her skull and her lips lifted even further into a savagely beautiful snarl as the girl retorted, fur bristling as she resisted the urge to fall upon the stranger with nothing held back. It was rare, these days, that her more violent impulses consumed her, but the foxlike female on the borders had somehow known each button to push. A low, warning growl pushed its way out of her throat as the stranger deemed it fit to take her silence as an invitation, moving further into the packlands unbidden. Perhaps Eleanor should call for Pine to deal with the intruder as she saw fit, but the insults had not only been directed at Iromar but at her. The woman was nothing if not vain, after spending so long constructing her appearance to be a perfect representation of her inner self, she would be damned if this whelp pissed all over it.
Eleanor strode forward, breaking into a powerful trot and positioning herself in front of the intruder. Her head lowered, she growled once more, the sound of it coupled with her intense, vibrant gaze cut through the fog like a knife. The scent of Diveen wafted towards her, and for a moment she hesitated. She didn't want to cause any issues with the plateau pack, but quite clearly the alpha couldn't control his members if this girl was here and sniffing around like some sort of spy. "Your insults are as dull as your eyes, girl. You're going to have to try better than that." She snapped, her muscles tensing should the girl try to dart past her. She hadn't felt quite this furious in quite some time, and yet there was some sort of satisfaction in defending her home.
Eyes of blue and violet were almost daring the stranger to waltz past her this time, with her fangs in full view and her body drawn to its full height. Despite her rather feminine and fetching appearance, underneath her carefully groomed fur was a layer of muscle and the power of a bull elk in short bursts. Perhaps Eleanor had grown lazier these past seasons, but she had never quite let herself go completely. "Run home, whelp."
iromar | eight years | despoina's heart | malleah's soul
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