Noctisardor Bypass all the other kids with the pumped up kicks

She smiled and greeted him, offering an explanation to her torment of the cubs, but it did nothing to soothe  the man's emotions. He continued to watch her, much like a hawk, as she continued to speak. The raven offered him one and he shook his head, but watched with disgust as the woman crushed the skull of a twitching corpse. "Respectable hunters do not kill their prey with such brutality." He frowned, flicking his tail. Any friendliness he may or may not have once had for her was now gone. She had not needed to kill the young like that, and her excuse did not convince him. The wolfdog had always been wary of Circe, especially after hearing about everyone elses suspicious about her, but this only confirmed his dislike for her. He would certainly let the others know.

She grinned like it had been funny, and his frown deepened. "I hardly see what is so amusing about this." She disturbed him greatly, and after taking another glance at her it was clear that, although clearly just a coincidence, her coat was not dissimilar from Kelina's. What was with dark wolves being so strange? Cry was an exception, clearly, for he obviously worked very hard, but most black-pelted wolves he met were just... not very... nice? What was up with that?