Great Bear Wilderness [m] pillow talking

After leaving that Alpha and her charming humor behind, Roz gave the territory she met next a very wide berth.  Guesses and logic led her to believe that the lands belong to whats-er-face, and delightful as it might have been to poke a little fun, she cherished her skin in one piece.  Why'd she have to interrupt anyway?  Even subordinates needed their fun now and again, and if it was pups she worried about, well... there were ways around that.  Maybe someone shit in her breakfast that morning.  Who the hell knew.

Adventures could be found elsewhere, however, and the rogue wasn't picky about where she chose to set her wandering paws.  She stepped through destruction with a swing in her step, gazing with open admiration at the swathe the storm had torn through the nearby forest.  That must have been a beauty of a disaster. 

So caught up was she that it took her a moment to notice she was not alone.  Woah, Roz, didn't miss a marking back there did you?, she thought quietly before dismissing it.  Like that was possible.  This wolf had to be either a loner or outside grounds, both of which meant she was no threat.  So long as she was, y'know, sane.  Unlike that crazy bitch from before, she thought, and it brought a smile with it.

The expression stayed as she paused, watching a moment, wondering with a flutter of internal laughter how long she could go unnoticed.  Her guess was not long, but some of these pack wolves got so used to their own lands, they forgot how to keep their eyes open.