Larksong Grotto Nina

surprise wormed its way across the rugged girl's features in a way that thrilled the red woman. her words were swift and sharp, and while hosannah felt her short fur bristling, she chose not to take offense to the crude butchering of her false name; perhaps had it been her true name she would have cared. instead a grin spread across her long snout, and she tutted softly, feigning amusement.

jhala. she parroted glumly, the name heavily accented by hosannah's natural tone. she eyes the girl's raised tail with chagrin, but says nothing about it. hosannah is petite to the extreme and if this woman wishes to be challenging, if she refuses to yield unto the new alpha female, then there is nothing hosannah can really do about it. knowing this, she remains calm.

go, find you alpha, then. speak with him. he will tell you the same. the order was subtle, as her tone was not commanding in the slightest. more of an offhanded comment to entice the girl away from the border. if hosannah was to return to the rose wolves, she felt it necessary to do so in secret. this meant she had to coax the guard woman away. the grotto is my home— and as she said this, a dangerous glint caught in the warmth of her eyes, and she leveled a gaze filled with dark implications upon jhala, —and reek, he belongs to me. which meant his underlings were her underlings.