Blackfeather Woods Let my mind be your freedom

The woman closely monitored the conversation, taking in all the details of the dark-woman. Enchantress. Why did the name seem so...odd? Her useful eye narrowed, the swollen wound twitching slightly in mimic. But there was information, whoever Slade was had been here; a relation of Maegi's?
She deigned to know, perhaps she'd seek to consult later on, perhaps she would find her friend.

The pair seemed to share an understanding; a different language. She frowned slightly, racking her mind for any kindling of insight towards the interaction -- the new packmate. Her jaw only tightened, restraining the questions that drifted across her mind. She'd ask later, after her offering.