<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kx3lThq.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zuya<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Kiowa Alpha<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Densite; Alpha's Den ---> The Forest; Bog Area<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Zuya shrugged his shoulders toward Lavi. <strong>“Most others mourn their loved ones. They may deal with their grief as they so choose. As you said, we are social creatures, it is not so strange for one to feel deeply for those around them.. even an <em>alpha.</em>”</strong> In truth, Lavi was absolutely correct, but she did not need to know that he wholeheartedly agreed with her. Not yet anyway. Zuya hadn't taken much thought to wonder if the pack would grieve him. It wouldn't matter if he was once again called home to the Earth Mother. His legacy and his lineage would live on, one way or another, and that was the key. As long as those duties were fulfilled while he was alive, little else mattered. <br/><br/>Zuya had taken a mental note of her mention of reproducing. This fae was utterly perfect. It made him uncomfortable, though he made no gesture to show it. Instead, he remained quiet as she spoke her <em>proposal</em>. Her tone irritated him. Her coyness, yet venom-like tongue made the skin beneath his fur crawl. She radiated poweress. Even the air around her became alluring when she so chose. She was dangerous. He had decided, he didn't like her. Though, she was knowledgeable and she would be of use to him.   <br/><br/>His curious eyes suddenly shifted to one of a more bored expression. Or was it.. annoyance? <strong>“Kiowa <em>will</em> survive,”</strong> Zuya corrected her as she finished her take. <strong>“You <em>will</em> step down as an alpha. You are nothing more than an outsider until I deem you worthy of the title pack member.”</strong> Zuya stood now, lifting his head higher than hers; another dominance display. <strong>“Your ideas will be welcome but you will watch your tongue when addressing me. I am <em>Alpha Zuya</em>, at all times. Do <em>not</em> overstep your boundaries, myr.”</strong> After laying down basic ground rules, he continued. <strong>“Let's go, I'm tired of this place. It reeks of <em>you</em>.”</strong> His mood had completely shifted, she'd rubbed him wrong and she would know it. He would keep a close eye on her, or assign someone the task of doing so. One of his trackers, perhaps. Zuya turned on his haunches and began through the forest. <strong>“We have a long trek back, I hope you're rested.”</strong><br/><br/></span></span>