Grouse Thicket Let it be. Let me be.

Well, this was no fun. The woman was sulky, and was neither a friend or one that interested her. Should she wish to sulk here, so be it. She eyed her a moment longer, wondering if she should stick around to make sure this woman came nowhere near Arthendal. But that would be a waste of her time, this limp rag of a wolf was rather uninteresting. She had no desire to spit cruel things toward her, that having been done in the past a side effect of her anger at herself. So with a final cool look, she spun on her heel and slipped back into the woods. "Next time, chose a better place to sulk." she said stiffly, slipping back the way she had come.