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The challenge was little of her business anyway. But it interested her greatly. How Gavin reacted, or more it wasn't specifically him but all wolves who struggled. Eventually the strange brute took his leave. He did not look at her, but she curiously watched him. Observing the confidant and quiet movements he made, before leaving her sight and disappearing into the forest. She was torn between remaining and following after the stranger. Curious by the fact that Gavin seemed so agitated by him. Why? She wanted to ask. What was so threatening to Gavin about this one male?
Lost to her thoughts she hardly heard the approaching of another. Lost to her mind she had forgotten that there were not only wolves here. Very slowly her golden orbs moved. Lifting up beneath her thick black lashes. Her eyes were lined by black. Linking her mortal form to that of her wolf. She accepted both. But the contrast made her eyes more captivating. Erik. The sound of the name flickered a memory. Perhaps it was a name of a boy she had once known, or a young love. She did not meet his eyes. It was a habit of her's now. Not that she was a naturally submissive wolf. She did not slink or go to lower herself. She was proud and still. Gracefully still. Rooted in her spot like the tree she rested against. Her eyes were not fearful even if they only rested as high as his lips. She saw all of him. She was only ranked as Omega and to raise her eyes to any other would be a challenge.
She did not openly seek fights nor did she strive to boost her position in the pack. Even if it did not suit the brilliantly red wolf. Where many only showed golden eyes when near change or great aggravation her's seemed natural and consistently this way. No during her change her right drew a icy blue and the other a more intense gold. She took her time responding. Uncertain as to how she was expected to act. Certainly aggression would not be tolerated. More over aggression would only trigger more annoyance. "Erik..." Her voice was soft like the first morning breeze. She spoke differently than the others. A stranger accent to her tongue.Thick and strong. "I am Lagertha." His smile caused her to lift her eyes to his cheeks, before a small one of her own secretly tugged at the corners of her full lips, but it did not dance across her face.
Watching him jump to a branch her eyes followed every movement. Each flex and ripple of muscle that was used. Then she let her gaze befall the herb he cradled in hand. Small strands of her red hair shifted across her face to the opposite side. "You have little to fear of me, so if you desire to come closer then do so." Lagertha was difficult to provoke. But that did not say her beast was any less dangerous. Once enraged her bloodlust was unquenchable. Her wrath knew no end. But she did not reject what she was. More so she seemed to embrace it more. Of course her animal side was not happy with her rank. "I will not be so swift to bite." She finished. The company was pleasant and oddly relaxing. Soothing in it's own way. Yes it certainly had something to do with the name. Erik... where did she know this name? She could not fully recall it. Like a story in some book. The tale continued before abruptly halting in the middle of some sentence. It was tormenting and cruel.
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