Phantom Hollow There Is Still Good In Him

A faint mumble, muffled by probably the position the prisoner was lying in, made her stop in her tracks. She felt the wind going through her "i woke up like this" fur, her hackles rising as it did. Her name. So, he still had some memory, he still wasn't going totally bonkers. She turned in a swift, graceful movement, her tail high and proud moving with her like a flag.

Spit it out. She returned angrily. She would waste no time here, not if he had nothing good to say. But, she gave him the benefit of the doubt, something he had to appreciate. Even with all her patience and understanding, she could still not let the things the male had threatened about - hurting another pack member- be left unpunished.