Dawnlark Plains It's not the end

Originally, she'd only been looking to toy around with the male. Perhaps push him a little, press his buttons, then leave with the empty promise to return. When he'd started to speak, however, her intentions changed. He was soft, defeated, and ripe for the picking. On him her skills could be used, and perhaps she could get something worthwhile out of it. Of course, that might mean having to stop back at the ravine early, but what would that matter if she'd returned with a menial for herself in tow? The notion alone was enticing enough, making her crave the actual event. Her mind had been made up, and then in a matter of seconds, her entire demeanor had changed. Shifted from that of an annoyed serpent to a doting stranger—honestly, the persona she'd taken on made her want to vomit, but it was all for the greater good. As long as she kept herself in check long enough, perhaps the male could be coaxed into following her away from the plains, and right back to her pack.

"Oh, that's awful," she'd noted, shaking her head slowly before resting her gaze back on him. Concern had twisted itself onto her face, even managing to reach her eyes as she looked upon him. "There are other packs out there, though. Plenty of them, actually, and any one of them would definitely love to welcome you into their home." Gag. To play nice was not something she enjoyed doing, but damn, had she gotten good at it over the years. When he'd started to bite at himself, she resisted the urge to turn her nose up at him, focusing instead on her current goal. Thankfully, he'd soon stopped, only to then start speaking. Had enough words not already been exchanged? Seemingly, no. "A traitor? I doubt you are one. Perhaps you just weren't hanging around with the right type of wolves." A single step was taken in his direction, a smile adorning her face as she'd attempted to soothe his troubled mind. Her act was disrupted, however, but a familiar presence.

It was Warbone, she'd recognized him the moment they'd locked gazes, and could only hope that he wouldn't ruin things for her. Though, given his words, it seemed as if he knew the injured boy, which would surely make her task all the more difficult. Still, she would not give up, quickly having returned her attention to the stranger. She would have him following her, that she was certain of.