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 | Cerebral cortex mulled over the dubbance given, grasping for a way to recall the passage but finding known with which to compare. It would seem that truly this femme was a new soul to the tundra and mountains with which they dwelled. Pools of steely blue sizing the other up without blatantly doing so, for to do so was rude and uncalled for, no the silver nymph simply observed the other. From the unwavering of her position to the slight pride she seemed to portray. The she-wolf could not blame her actions but at the same time did not wish to commend them. As it were she did not need to for another arrived, the slinking presence of heat and magic washing over the icy female. There was only one who held such power and stealth, Black Ice. Turning to meet the other’s gaze optics seemed to produce a silent word of thanks without tongue ever moving, and then just like that she turned her attention back to the female in front of them. “Canon, you are welcome within these lands so long as you do not cause ill to any within the pack boundaries. We are of the more peaceful and neutral side…wishing ill to known and simply to be left alone as much as possible. You are more then welcome to enjoy the comforts our land provides as I fear there is not much more you will find should you continue to travel.” Flutes twisting in a dance to grasp every syllable given Mist motioned with her large crown towards the wolf to her left side. “This is Black Ice. My second in command.” She left this to dwell in the silence swimming forth to engulf them as pools observed the female; from the unwavering wish not to back down and now the lowered position of acknowledgement. She had never been one to force upon others her authority and she had no intention of starting now. So silently flag was raised higher and dial too before a deep breath was taken and exhaled, carbon monoxide making a puff of smoke despite the warmer summer day. “Tell me what is it that you seek, simple company, or perhaps something more?” Dubbance: Gender: Moons survived: Home: Position: Companion: Pups: All Grown |