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I speak to an alpha now, I do not know what insult you speak of- I was asked of my pack- I told of them.
Sandpiper's eyes drooped. She needed sleep. She had not slept at all the night before - she had been guarding Dove's pups while she went on a midnight hunt - and she was exhausted. This ugly old grandfather wolf was making her even more tired and furious. How dare he come and make disturbing comments about the pack, how dare he praise himself like this! Still, Sandpiper concluded to herself, he was a noble lump of experience. His scars themselves and his beating heart told that story. But why must he make a fuss? She scolded herself and forgave a mere eighth of his "wrongs". That was all she could manage. She limped wearily away towards Dove's den. Babysitting duty.
**His eyes soften ...limping... not good, maybe they are all upset due to injuries, still there is an alpha to present himself to**