The Tangle You're dead, Gwen Stacy

She followed his gaze and continued to cautiously look at him. "Yes, I am...." the white female said, with a curious look on her face. Something about this wolf reminded her of something, though she couldn't put a paw on it. Perhaps it was that he looked somewhat similar to her ex-mate. She flinched at this thought, and it was clearly visible on her face.

"What do you mean by that? And yes..... I am from Marauder's Keep." She spoke with a thoughtful look planted in her eyes. She wanted to know what exactly was going on here; who would say something like that? Did she need to be protected? She almost questioned him but thought better. Perhaps he would answer with his next statements. The wolfess felt a chill through her fur as a thought poked at her. She didn't understand it though. What was her brain trying to tell her now?