Haunted Wood Gin and Tonic

What a rather strange question. Also, she just brushed aside her words. Perhaps she wasn't interested in other females, or perhaps Vanity just didn't cut it. Either way, her gaze narrowed ever so slightly. Her to get or not.

She let her circle. She wouldn't attack her now, so she relaxed a bit. Just a bit. Who wouldn't want to leap from the bushes and rip her guts from her openly exposed belly?
Packmate or not.

"Because I am one of them," her smile remained. Easy enough to keep her wits and appearance no matter what she thought. "What about you?" She was remorseless, clearly. But why would she stick about? Vanity had reason, unless their reasons were much the same. But she seemed far too content.