Dawnlark Plains An extra hour in the ball pit

The woman's words were granted an extravagant reaction, though the how to it all was left unknown. No matter, her comment about puppets and their masters had not invoked a fury of teeth and claws, thereby exonerating the stranger from being made the victim of any and all vile thoughts. It also gave her the chance to be presented with quite the opportunity and, judging by her words thereafter, Sen concluded that she had the other right where she wished for her to be. Dura was a loner, and an unhappy one at that, it seemed. Not to mention the simple 'Why?' that was left lingering on the end of her answer. Oh, how the serpent enjoyed the taste of curiosity. It would allow her the chance to coax the female into serving under the rule of the sanctuary, a notion that was truly marvelous.

Before the Gorgon could explain the reasoning behind her query, Depp had made an appearance. He'd come up along her side, his words being easily heard and his smiles quickly caught. She did not comment on his expression, choosing instead to respond to what he'd said. "Possibly," the darkened lady had murmured, her tone being enough to signal to the stranger that the words were meant only for the male. It was then she allowed for a short silence to grow between them, rolling her shoulder slowly as her attention was given back to Dura. "This is Depp, my companion," she stated, amber gaze never leaving the other wolf's face. "We are planning to form a pack—a sanctuary—and are on the lookout for recruits." Again, she fell silent, leaving open a space in case the man had anything else to add.

"Interested in joining us?" The words were blunt, as was normal, for there was no longer a reason to be vague. Sen realized she'd been quite stingy with information, then, but said nothing of it. If Dura had any questions, then she was more than welcomed to ask them. Until then, however, the snake wasn't about to start just dishing out everything.