the cat dragged in

She listened to Akela and her eyes flashed. This was an interesting development indeed.

But it had nothing to do with her.

It was then Burke emerged, and her sharp green eyes turned to him. He could not account for her experience, her disorient, and how frequently she was deceived by the sea. Against all odds, she had survived it, and returned to them. For them. It seemed there was a sliver of loyalty in her to the Blackfeather Woods wolves after all, else she would not have returned.

"I am glad to see you are perceptive as ever," comes her sly tongue whilst her head dips to submit to him. "The storm deposited me to the sea. I recovered with carrion and rotting things it brought. I went the wrong way, following the coastline. And I corrected my path." She had been lost for a long time, and that was obvious enough. She was narrower than ever. And while much weight had left her, her spirit evidently remained. Dark and dour, bitter and cruel. Self-serving, to be certain, but by extension, serving to them, should they let her in again.