Blackfeather Woods Let my mind be your freedom

Flicker's eyes roved over the other. Assessing, weighing up. 
She still didn't know if any others would come to her, to admit this one into their pack.
They needed her, as much as the proud woman hated it.
The ice held in her eyes was her only show today.
Enchantress.
The woman nearly snorted a the name, so prissy, seemingly so...breakable. Like glass. She didn't really care for the true meaning of the name, she knew most used it only for show and wouldn't put it past the dark female before her to do the same.

"Very well, Enchantress," she crooned, "we shall see if anyone would wish to keep you around and we shall sort out these finer details at a later date." Oh, the wolfess was sly and sharp-tongued. Yet she held back cussing her out right there, hoping that the game -- dance -- they've initiated would be enough to interest her.
She wondered if it would make her back another target.