Rising Sun Valley Acid Tongue

Morgäna merely scoffed at the female and shook that head. "No." Firmly but flatly such was uttered, alas the dark women wasn't going to share the kill, not when she could eat it all her self. Morgäna didn't make a move still, knowing all too well then to leave her self open to an attack. Thus she stood over the fresh kill and merely waited for this pup to make a move, she didn't seem to have the backbone to do it. Scared? Perhaps, or was she little more then all show and no bite to back it up? It was the most likely occurrence then again Morgäna had ran into many of these types.