Suvival of the Fist (Wolf RP, Re-done)

[Unashamed]

"Yes, my territory," Black said. "I'm the Alpha of the pack here."

[Aouviyelle]

Sierra laced her ears back. "You told me before. Now can you make sure your pack stays away from me?!" She snapped, glaring at Akira.

[Vraska the Unseen]

Botolf was at Black's side, once again playing Botolf the Bear-wolf. "Speak to my alpha with respect." She growled.

[Unashamed]

Black looked over at Botolf. "Botolf, this isn't the time," he said. Then, turning back to Sierra, he said, "I'm sorry about what's happened."

[Aouviyelle]

Sierra sighed and let her eyes un-narrow. She flicked her tail and started turning around. "Okay..." She muttered before starting to walk off.

[Unashamed]

"Wait up," Black called to the fae, as he walked up to her. "Uh, would you join my pack?" he asked when he caught up with her.

[Aouviyelle]

Sierra stopped in her tracks, perking her striped ears, thinking she heard him wrong. "Me? Join a pack? You know, that's a dangerous question to ask me..." She said, not looking back at him.

[Unashamed]

"And what's so dangerous about it?" Black asked.

[Aouviyelle]

Sierra turned around, facing him. "You ask me into your pack, when I almost killed your pack member..." She said with a light smirk.

[Unashamed]

"Exactly," Black returned with a smirk of his own.