Hoshor Plains And just like that the past bites you in the ass

the girl drops the hare to her feet. cautious eyes do not break from the other, untrusting. and how was i to know that. the girl retorts with the slight tinge of venom in her tone. an inspecting snout leans outwards, intaking the other's scent and picking up on the fact that there was something distinctly different between the strangers and urias'. the lack and presence of a pack claim, but not one she recognize. what pack do you represent? syclla inquires, her head cocking to the side. i don't recognize it. perhaps too blunt, but it is knowledge she requires and answers she must recieve.