Overture Downs So it begins

Morgäna titled that head slightly, listening and watching the male with some amusement. But no, she was far from mocking the male; she was being quite serious on the matter. Why wouldn't she be after all? It had been awhile sine her last meal yet she hadn't tapped into the caches back at the pack lands, with due reason. "Taking the life of something that will not see the end of winter? Hardly taking something from a possible pack in the area." The assassin knew, it was too close to the winter and the fawn would have far too little time to fatten up for the up coming winter. As for his next words, they made her chuckle a bit. "They are far more then just expensive." Every deal had a consequence, but this was something trivial and not worth seeking a unfair price for. "And what of the lands near your own pack? wouldn't they do?" Oh Morgäna was curious about this pack of his and wanted to know just may have transpired between the one she resided in now and between his own. She hardly needed enemies, at least right then.