I desire to smile, to find amusement in her anger and yet, I keep my face flat, an indicator of nothing but the agitation that boils within my veins. She has been here before but she is not a wolf of Glorall, her paws untrained and her nose unused to the salt and the forest. She is only here because I allow her to be, only permitted to raise her lips at me because I so desire to see her squirm. Others might have taken power from me in the form of my name, my children, my blood and yet, I shan't allow any other to do so again, much less in the thick of my own home. If she desires to play games then I will play - but it does not mean I intend to play the very same games as her.
She radiates anger, a heat that permeates the very air and yet, she does not flinch away, simply continues with her chosen path. I am sure to follow her just as closely, each paw mirroring her own if she so walks or trots, my pace on par with hers. I keep my eyes trained on hers, my flank only some inch away despite my own skin crawling at the closeness. I have never enjoyed touch, never found fondness in it. Yet, it is a sacrifice I am happy to make lest she be unable to learn her lesson here today.
But she has questions and I cannot help but sneer at their pettiness. She has come all this way, snuck in beneath the cloak of secrecy, all to ask me of her mother? Of a pack she does not even rule? There is the hint of a laugh in my breath as I slide to a stop, a brow sliding up, perplexed by it really.