Otatso Wetlands a sword, a gun and a bottle of fun

The silver and golden wolf laughed at the warrior’s statement, though Jude saw nothing amusing in it. Her eyelids offered only a narrow look at her cold blue eyes, she blinked slowly in a sultry manner and bent down to groom her white chest fur. She continued to do so as Poet spoke, pausing only to reply, I did. I tried. She offered no more explanation than that, for she saw no need to. Besides, Poet would be in an out of her life quick enough, the beautiful girl was just a pleasant distraction for Jude. 

Never seen what, mud? Have you been living under a rock? She asked with an amused hum in her voice, she was mostly out to tease and not offend at the moment. She stopped grooming herself and shifted her body to face the other, in an open curl. Once again, she saw no threat in the other more delicate looking woman.