Greatwater Lake Are you ready for the fall

Watching the two converse, she was amused as the wolf's eyes went over her companion. Now that would be an interesting fight. Or pairing. She almost scoffed out loud at that idea. The Nightstalker had had no qualms about using him then tossing him away like a useless carcass. Stretching silently, she blinked slowly as if she was trying to stay awake. She sat back up, her ears flicking towards the purple eyed demon of a wolfess as she spoke. Her voice was smooth, and the woman held back a laugh at her almost politeness. But her face stayed unreadable except for a glint in her eyes, agreement written in them. The cold wind whipped through her fur, and her tail twitched in slight annoyance. She had not spoken, letting the shadow speak, content in keeping her maw shut, as she was not fluent in fake politeness or tact. Watching for signs of an answer, her eyes watched the young wolf closely.