Hideaway Strath I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

Whrist looked over the female noting the scars, but as the female spoke she could not help but notice the red eyes,. Whrist shifted her weight to her haunches but resisted the urge to step back completely to voice accompanying those crazy eyes was far to bubbly. Her timbre was deeper by comparison “Whrist” she offered though nothing else not even a hello.

To make up for her near back up, she sat down then as casually as she could muster, she used a hind paw to scratch behind her ear, then yawned using the time to collect her composure, the silence stretched between them, but whrist didn’t mind she didn’t like long conversations, but something needed to break the awkward length of time. “Have you met the Grandmaster yet?” She watched Arlette's reaction closely even though she slowly scratched her shoulder now, Then settled and pretended to feign disinterest. She remembered her first meeting with him and she wondered if the other females got the same kind of welcome she had.