Kintla Flatlands GDFR

"I didn't ask you, I told you," She stated bluntly, having no problem showing her shitty attitude to anyone she came across. She had no respect for this wolf; he hadn't earned it, so why would she? Even so, neither her tone or words were malicious, just shitty. But he didn't know anything more than he had already told her. "Probably better to find 'em rotting anyways." For sure, since she didn't want to catch whatever contagious form of stupidity they had all shared for one reason or another. 

She listened about the cougar though, interested to know that a lone feline had attacked a bitch and her parasite. Coyotes had attacked similar targets just about a month ago. They had failed, of course, but that the other predators in the Wilds were getting daring enough to try such things with a wolf pack was a bit foreboding for the coming months. It was something she noted and stored away to tell Iqniq later. 

"Wish I fuckin' knew." She responded with a shrug. The thoughts of a cougar were unknown to her, though she was interested as well. Was it the coming Winter? The predators in Seahawk valley had never acted like this, so what was the deal? "They live?"