Blackfeather Woods out of sight

The voice of another brought pause to she and her sister both. The disturbance ruffled her feathers, and unlike her sister her own displeasure of that fact was evident from the moment she circled around, bright eyes leering at the boy who had spoken to them.

"Who are you?" the coywolf echoed, her head cocked to an odd degree. Did she trust the cub? No. And who knew what he had heard? But Shego was no stranger to manipulation; it was a part of who she was, thrust into her by her elders. They were easy to sway and convince. They knew her for who she truly was: Atropos.

And those that did not would in time.