Hideaway Strath Whims of Fate or was that strings?

She hated the white pelt of the brutish female before her, it reminded her to much of her distant past. Perhaps that is why she had felt the need to test the female before catching herself. Even now she wanted nothing more then to continue antagonizing this one but decided if they both were in the same pack perhaps it was not a good idea to create discord.

She yawned one more time then stood up, choosing not to move away. She wasn’t going to give up her space, however she did turn her body to face the white witch. Did she want her name? She supposed it would be rude to withhold her name after the other had freely given up her own.  “Whrist, I suppose I am”

Whrist sized her up one more time then grinned, maybe not antagonize but perhaps she could still come out on top she almost purred her next question “Care to spar?”

The best way to get to know another wolf was to hunt with them or to fight them. And the latter was much more fun, that and she had a full belly currently not needing to hunt nor did she really want to become pals with a colourless wolf.