Hideaway Strath Whims of Fate or was that strings?

I wasn't entirely sure she was going to join when the post was first made, sorry if this screws up what you were going for, but Whrist has not yet met the pack so... there's that

The leaves crushed and twigs shaped even little creatures scurried away had their hiding spots upturned so abruptly, The careless strides of the peaceful mornings invader made her
Ice blue orbs flicked toward the movement.

She assessed the white being moving toward, for a moment she thought of her sire, she would not call him father for he was no such figure to her. and couldn’t help the forceful exhale from his muzzle, he was long gone, and he was not coming back.

Killing intent seemed clearly written on the white brute as the body language was holding the wolf in such a position to protect their throat and keeping teeth between the black wraith and the ghost.

She could not help but smirk now, this wolf considered her a threat by it’s body language and so it should, she was a threat to anything that wanted to mess with her or hers. She relaxed and even lifted her head, she vaguely scented Kynareth Deagon on this brute, though that quick test of the air made it clear that this colourless brute was female. The size of the female surprised Whrist but she held her face impassive not allowing any emotion but the haughty smirk to mar her face.

She had spent a night or more with Kynareth Deagon of the Abbey and though water still dripped from her undersides to the ground in an insistent pat pat pat,  his scent still clung to her especially to the still dry pelt of her back.

Wiping the smirk from her face, Whrist gave another mighty shake being sure to include her tail flinging water everywhere, hoping some would hit the other femme. Slowly she turned her gaze back to the brutish female making sure to make eye contact, she didn’t speak though her eyes invited the other to do so. The white witch was the intruder on this space and so should have the right to break the silence.