Aleta was mildly ticked off with her loss the first time she had come to the Stormborn. Granted, she was testing them at that time, to see if they were worthy of joining up and she was actually surprised. Although, she wasn't fond of losing. At. All. However, this silver lioness was trying to keep her cool. But she swore that if she lost again she would make sure dug every part of her body with sharp point into anything that moved. Well, maybe. Her mood was somewhat level right now. Part of her still felt like testing these Stormborn to see if the one lioness she had encountered was just a fluke. To say Aleta believed the rumors about this strong and powerful pride being just that, well, she wasn't the honest type but she didn't believe it one bit.
The lioness took one step closer and let out a challenging roar. "Let's see if they really are worth it." She grinned, ready and kind of itching for a fight. That was certainly one good point of losing. She got to fight a lot. Aleta, loved to tear into flesh.
Gaved, although he normally loved beating seven kinds of hell out of unwary trespassers or unworthy challengers, was not enjoying patrol that day. For perhaps the first time in his life, he would rather be back at the den, fussing over his new saltwife's cubs or even trying to spend time with his first wife. This patrol was an aggravation, a chore that he had signed up for out of a sense of duty rather than interest.
