<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, very far from the densite<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>“They are.. singing to </strong><em>you?</em>” Zuya snorted, it was a loud, offensive sound. Though he did not fully understand what she meant by those words, he did comprehend that she was the last of the Myr, which was news to himself.  His eyes narrowed. His flared nostrils drew in the air around them, garnering her scent to his memory. As the fae questioned him, his lip curled upward, exposing his teeth in warning. <strong>“<em>I</em> ask the questions, you're on <em>my</em> territory, seeing as how Myr is no more.”</strong> If she was smart, surely that was enough to answer her question of his title as an Alpha. Not many other wolves who lacked any great title would be so bold as to hold such a powerful stance to a newcomer, especially one who smelled and claimed to be of the Myr, on what was supposed to be their land. Zuya's eyes narrowed at her. However, just like that, this land was now claimed as Kiowa's as far as he was concerned. The entire reason he had traveled so far was for the sole purpose of claiming more land for Kiowa. They had had enough death in the past few months, partly because wandering wolves were able to get close to Kiowa without them being able to detect it early on. His strategy was to keep as much land claimed as possible, to keep outsiders from wandering too close to the densite. <br/><br/>Surely this fae had caught him circling the area and leaving his own scent. The wind, which had picked up, had sent invisible swirls of his scent all over by now and it cocooned them both. <strong>“If the rest of your beloved pack is dead, why should I let you live, last fae of Myr?”</strong> He questioned. <strong>“Why is it that you're the sole survivor?”</strong> He added pointedly. Zuya's tail raised, asserting dominance over this fae now, no longer cautious. Instead, he was allowing his alpha tendencies to begin to show through with vigor. He began to challenge her, baring his fangs at her once more, a low growl now beginning to emit itself from his chest. He had not verbally answered any of her questions and as far as he was concerned, he did not need to. An alpha answering to an outsider was absurd, in his eyes. <br/><br/><strong>“”</strong><br/><br/></span></span>