Ankyra Sound the cloth i'm cut from don't take too kindly to being held down in restraint

The question of who may be watching remained on the edge of her lips, balancing on the point of a knife in the prison that was her mouth. She had a feeling that she was only being used as a means to be left alone from the other members of her pack who might bother this other woman.

She nodded anyways and padded after the woman. "My name's Rayen," she offered though the other had not asked. "Who might you be?" She glanced over at the other with warm honey colored eyes that held only curiosioty, no malicious intent.