Blackfeather Woods it's time

Malice, the name never ceased to exist but instead haunted her wherever she went. The situation was over and done with but yet she just wouldn't get out for real. Not making friends was an understatement at the most; she had successfully made enemies with the Alpha. "Not when that neighbor thinks herself some dark queen and disrespects the brotherhood," She pointed out, although she had not expected Cicero to question her. But it was not a judgement tone, but something of amusement which led her to believe that he did not disapprove of her actions. Had he met the crazy female too? It seemed unlikely that Malice would approach yet another Black Feather wolf, but maybe she still harboured the same insane mindset as she did before.  

But her own tone had a touch of grim to it, as there would have been no change in hell she ever would have liked the female. Not after her disgusting attitude and high-and-mighty persona. "But bygones, right?" A smirk played on her lips, as if it was completely the opposite of her true intentions. Afterall, she did not associate rules with others outside of the dark pack.