<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kx3lThq.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zuya<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Kiowa Alpha<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Forest; Bojuka Bog, very far from the densite<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Flattery was always one way to get on Zuya’s good side. He enjoyed having his ego stroked and this obsidian doll executed the action flawlessly. It was almost too perfect. Zuya felt it wise to use discernment in his interactions with her moving forward, despite the fae’s coolness and welcoming demeanor. Whether it be his constant paranoia or an honest hunch, the alpha would keep this one close as one would do an enemy. Her knowledge of the lands around them prompted more a curiosity toward her than any of the rest of the packs. As she spoke, Zuya remained in his spot, giving her his full, undivided attention. Still, his ears would perk in various directions as a twig would snap in the distance due to a wandering hare or the wind rustling distance tree leaves. <br/><br/><strong>“Seems to me where you go, death follows,”</strong> Zuya responded coolly, once she was completely finished with her explanation. <strong>“How <em>interesting</em> that you've alluded death even when it was all around you.”</strong><br/><br/>Zuya turned his head from her, tilting upward toward in the air. He was quiet for a long moment, deep in thought. There was a wolf pack Lavi mentioned and the description of the wolves reminded him of one specific wolf within his very own ranks; The one who everyone called Mute. He wondered if the white wolf knew anything the northern wolves, the <em>Yancherries</em>. He had half a mind to confirm this fae's words with him, once he was back into the densite. Alas, Mute was.. a mute and he wasn't entirely sure if the gentle beast trusted him. Even if he could talk, maybe he would lie to save his hide for some reason unknown to Zuya. <br/><br/><strong>“The dark trait is welcomed openly within Kiowa,”</strong> Zuya stated in response to how her father approached the dark traits within her own pack. <strong>“You seem calm given the new knowledge of the fate your father and your pack suffered. Do you not care?”</strong> He asked, in the same cool tone, turning his gaze to her once more. </span></span>