Kintla Flatlands But what happens when the raven's wings break, mother?

Ah, she was aggressive and showing off that she didn't need a fight to picks with. This wolf didn't speak one word about Silver's scent or anything, she just narrowed her eyes.

Silver thought about playing with her, she noticed the body posture of her meant something. She was hiding something big, though Silver didn't know what. She could play with her perhaps, a smirk pulling at the lines of her lips but ultimately failing.

Another step forward, her head tilted as her eyes weren't as narrow. The skull dangled around her dark lips, she sat down with a tall stature. Once more her icy eyes gazed over the dark one.

"Rough day?" She asked in her monotone, wondering about her sour face.