Blackfeather Woods No rest for the weary

With another signal, Quiet rose to her feet again, her body still postured submissively as she looked curiously at the woman. She looked cold. Not in terms of body heat, but her nature. This woman didn't look like she could love - the only thing she could do was kill and hurt. But wasn't that the point of this pack? To provide a place for such people and give them purpose?

Quiet chuffed softly in response to her name, then nodded in answer of the woman's question. She hoped that one of them would play the name game with her so that they may at least tell the pack her name without Quiet having to repeat the tedious process over and over and over... Quiet hoped that this Nemesis would be the one to figure it out.