Snippet #1438362

Bane emerged from a cluster of pine, crossing to the two faes. He nodded in greeting, pausing some six feet from Larka and Wyote.

"Hello, Larka. Hello, Wyote," he said, his voice low and even. He spoke with a certain authority, a firmness that, while not unkind, commanded respect. Larka, he noticed, was watching him, eyeing him with those unique, if not unusual, eyes of hers. Self concious, he shifted his weight and averted his eyes, turning his eyes on Wyote. It was new for him, this being liked, and confident and orderly as he was, he couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. Looking to his sister was almost reassuring, her ready stance and pointed stare.

Wyote's tensed muscles communicated an obvious dislike for Larka, and he looked slowly from one fae to the other, guessing his sister's thoughts. Their relationship was complicated, as are mostly sibling relations, but theirs was exceedingly so. Though she had chosen to join the Gawain pack, and therefore live under his leadership, he felt she didn't trust him, which, though it shouldn't have bothered him, was somewhat unnerving. She was particularly critical when it came to females, apparently suspecting he would make some rash decision when choosing a mate. But she need not worry, for he was wary of the game of love, and had no plans in rushing into a courtship.

He winced as Wyote turned on Larka, snapping at the fae, and shot his sister look, his eyes communicating disapproval. He was a grown wolf, perfectly capable of making his own decisions, and didn't need Wyote's protection, especially if she was going to offer it so rudely.

He returned her stare with one of his own, daring Wyote to make another remark. Though not confrontational, he did demand respect, and he considered Wyote's words disrespectful to both Larka and himself. He watched as his sister, clearly put off, stalked off, seating herself beside and aged pine. Shaking his head, he turned back to Larka, offering an apology. "Don't mind her," he said, "she's a bit...err...defensive." He sighed, looking back to his sulking sister, and seated himself before Larka, curling his tail about his feat. "She doesn't realize," he said, raising his voice to ensure Wyote heard, "that I don't need her protection." He knew he was only angering Wyote further, speaking like this, but he didn't care.