Blackfeather Woods You don't belong.

What she was to Burke was not important. It certainly didn't define her. They could say all they wanted about her and bunny butt, but it would only hurt part of her. She had to step up her game if she wanted to be anything more than the alpha's... Wrong decision? Friend? Lover? Whatever. She placed her paw back on solid ground as the other still looked quite feral. Malice had seen so many angry faces the past week that it didn't scare her anymore. The other turned, leaving Malice with only a blinded eye to look at before she turned around again. 

Her ears perked up at the woman's voice. Totally bonkers, she thought deep down, but was at the same time happy that she wasn't quite as angry as Nemesis pretty much the whole Dark Brotherhood. Ignore it she would then, it didn't matter. Around one moon and three quarters. She spoke softly, yet in a confident not-ashamed tone. She was pretty impressed by how easy it was for Potema to change the subject too. Kudos to her, Malice guessed.