Kintla Flatlands GDFR

Wolven eyebrows raised at the expression, really not sure what the hell he meant by it. the bearish female was not a wolf that could talk her way around a bush. Things like that escaped her as easily as a hare would escape a crippled wolf. So she said as much. "The fuck does that mean?" This time, there was no growl accompanying her words, despite their vulgarity. Hey, she'd never claimed to be a pleasant creature.

"Unrest in the ranks, eh?" She didn't want to know the details of their drama, so really it was more of a comment than a question. "You injure the fucker, at least?" If the feline had scars, it would be easier to tell apart from any others of its species. If she saw it out here, to be honest, Kroc would leave it be. Yet, if it ventured too near the Spire, she and her pack-mates would take it down if it proved itself a threat.