Blackfeather Woods Some things never sleep

Quiet shrugged, wondering who hadn't told this ice-eyed wolf her name. She thought that everyone knew it already, but she couldn't always make assumptions. Those got you killed most of the time. Quiet, feeling comfortable in the presence of this younger wolf, laid down on her stomach in an almost regal sphinx stance, watching as he looked towards his treasures and back at her. At the question, Quiet smiled again, the expression now mischievous. She knew more secrets than any other wolf and the best part was, she would never, ever tell. Quiet wondered what this wolf would dispel to her, as many wolves have used her as a vessel to drain all of their fears and worries and secrets from everyone else. Quiet waited, now curious at what the wolf would say next.