One ear flicked back at the sound of teeth clicking. She knew the warning, having heard it from her own parents and her ears laid back submissively, her head ducking some as she glanced back at the alpha female. She knew better than to rebel to her of all wolves, but she scowled thoughtfully, not sure what she'd done wrong. Was it wrong for her to talk to strangers? If so, why didn't the female just growl at her till she left? That's what Cuirass would do. Or rather, he'd pick her up by the scruff and deposit her facing home then nudge her toward the den. He was rather subtle when he didn't want her somewhere. It seemed more like the female didn't mind that she was here, so what didn't she want her to do? Talk? What was the fun in that?
She kept listening to the conversation though, glancing up at the alpha female as she asked after the male's questions, saying she didn't like speaking this tongue. Nissa's ears flicked back and forth uncertainly. Did she speak a different language? Maybe her father would know what she was talking about. Then the female asked what the male desired and Nissa glanced back at him expectantly. When the alpha put out a paw toward her, Nissa took heed of it, her tail tucking some as she moved a little closer to the alpha female obediantly, but her ears flicked back in dismay. Why couldn't she keep studying the male up close? He was so fascinating. She caught the grin he sent her way but he had no words for her anymore now that the alpha was here and this displeased her.
She sulked, her gaze dropping to her own paws as she shuffled them in the dirt. Her gaze drifted back up though when the male spoke, asking her alpha of leaders and what she wanted for the future. Nissa blinked up at the alpha, wondering what she would say. Then the male surprised her by saying they could both be enlightened by her own opinion. Her lips parted in a small gasp as she looked up the male, absolute awe in her gaze. He truly wanted HER opinion? She'd never felt so special, not even when her father gave her his attention. He was her father so that was like a requirement or something. This male, however, was a stranger, and a handsome one, at that. And he wanted to know what SHE thought. She was speechless.
After a moment, her gaze cut back up to the alpha, as if asking permission to speak. She didn't want to hear that awful teeth clicking again or get the teeth that went with it by answering out of turn so she figured this time she'd play it safe. Could she answer? Not that she had any idea at the moment what she'd say but she needed permission first, right?
Nissa
female.1 year old.35in, 125#.born to Inara X Cuirass.not bound.not mated.mother to none.Captive of Asteraia
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