Broken Antler Fen You will pray to the god you always denied

With a passing glance, she noticed Kinra, who orderly responded to her early morning alertness. Letting out an audible huff of annoyance, she over-emphasized turning around with an eye roll. Whatever. This irratation could easily be dealt with. Stalking back over to where the knight was, movements calculated and dramatic, she could easily be mistaken for feral and dangerous, not to mention insane. She approached the girl with a smirk, knowing the damage the gray woman could readily do, but in either ignorance or confidence she coldly proceeded. 

"Mmm, why of course, honeybun stuffed with peppermint. Why else?" she asked, shaking her head, as if Kinra could be so silly. Ordinary wolves were, though. Silly. But were there any other wolves that weren't? That's what she was going to find out about Seb-Seb. Along with some other things she had planned.