Blackfeather Woods Duty before self || Nemesis

Her eyebrow raised when one of Malice's own pack members confirmed exactly what she already knew. It said a lot, that one of their own would say that in the face of an emerging enemy, although the truth was by far more efficient on their part. But there was no fault in checking out the neighboors, as she had. Veritas seemed quite intuitive, unlike the other ones she had met, who quite frankly seemed a little ditsy. Oh well, to each their own. At least she tried not to judge. But Veritas had a way of giving them the recognition they deserved, not trying to up her own game to fit their own badass level. It was something she could reason with, tolerate even, unlike many who made up crap and pushed off appearances who simply made themselves look foolish.

"Well isn't that chivalrous," She commented, her eyes not wavering from the females. She believed her, internally but she did not let it on. Yet, Veritas was too right on many occasions. Maybe they could just kidnap her and induce a healthy dose of stockholm syndrome and a little bit of dark brotherhood material to the mix. For once she actually found herself liking a complete stranger. "And quite smart for a Moonlit wolf," But she did not think Veritas would take insult to her sly compliment that was quite contradicting. "But why go out of your way, if as you say, they are rude and becoming?" She questioned, her brow speculating the motive behind the motive. "Perhaps you are curious to how we work, and if we are such a worthy opponent to your leadership," It was the way she worked, twisting words to fit her idea, only for them to reveal the real truth, even if it was exactly what she had claimed before.