Fairspell Meadow The webs we weave

The wraith was far too busy to take notice of the approach from another, not that she was being mindless or stupid. Simply, she did not care whoever it maybe, no matter their rank or pack. Being what she was the wraith didn't have time for such petty things, not if they wished for the pack to have the herbs they needed for any upcoming battles. Alas at the women's growl Abelinda neglected to react save for an ear being shifted their way. "Is there something you need or are you going to waste my time?" The serpent wasn't going to beat around the bush, not that day and not with this one. Her task was far more important then appealing to someones aggression.

Those ghostly hued eyes shifted towards the darker women just once and for a brief moment, before the lithe female merely moved on past them. That keen nose going to work in the search for any herbs in the area. Whatever happened, well the serpent would deal with it but for now she cared not for the actions of her pack mate. Then again, she didn't know any of them well enough for them to be worth of her time, save for their leaders.