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09-15-2012, 05:10 PM
Archibald watched the tree creature before him carefully, his eyes carefully narrowed as his face hardened in a stoic, observant state. The black warrior contemplated what he would say to this creature, a standoffish brute who, without directly saying so, brushed off his offer of the Foothills. Flicking his tail to brush off his slight annoyance. However, he understood. When Archibald and Evers were approached by the three leaders on their arrival here Archibald was incredibly intolerant of nothing but what he thought would be the best for his family. Taking one step forward, not in a challenging manner but merely to shift his weight, the black spoke honestly. "I can never offer anyone a life of contentment, life is what you make it. You choose to be content, and I could not give it to you, stallion. However, the Foothills currently holds one of your own kind--her name is Willow."
Loretta wiggled beside Archibald, anxious around the large tree creature in front of her. The red dog whined slightly, lowering her body and narrowing her eyes. The malamute's hackles rose and Archibald swatted his tail over her in a manner to make her stop. It was an unacceptable manner to greet newcomers in and he looked back to Birch, hoping his reaction was minimal. "My name is Archibald, and this is Loretta." the giant finished, gesturing down to the young dog.
