Sleeping Dragon tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds

Qet sat back, eying the female closely, analyzing her movements and weaknesses. Thuringwethil didn't seem intimidated by Semuqet, which kind of bothered her. But she didn't mind, the female was smart. She was right to be suspicious, especially of a girl like Qet. She stifled a laugh at the mention of the black wolf's name. Thuringwethil? What were your parents thinking? Semuqet half whispered to herself, but also sort of wanted the other woman to hear. She always enjoyed a good tease. 

Thuringwethil inquired about where she came from. Part of her wanted to share, but her instinct told her otherwise. She'd only just met the woman, telling too much about her past wasn't smart. A pack down south. She winked and rose to her feet, she pretended to be bored of the conversation, stretching out lazily to see how Thuringwethil would react. She gave a side wards glance to the other wolf and said, Where do you come from? And what're you doing out here? Her manner of speech wasn't intimidating or rude. More just chill and lax.