Hideaway Strath Something came from Nothing

well. that was kinda rude.
she only lifted her head with quiet scrutiny in her gaze. yeah, you could hate her but you didn't have to make it obvious.
Sasha thought she was new, but Nyra probably already dug her vicious little claws in.

her tail waved softly in friendly greeting, hanging at a neutral level. she just...wanted someone to talk too. to have on her side.
it was unlikely to happen - at least not for long.
"Hey," she murmured. what lies could she spin for this one?
she looked Whrist up and down, head tilting slightly. then, she popped a surprised look on her face.

"Wow, I'm surprised Nyra hasn't tried to hurt you too." go on. ask. ask why Whrist. Sasha held a soft gaze, no hint of a devilish smirk, no appearance of being deceptive. but the genuine wonder of her being unharmed, unlike Sasha's obvious, healing wounds.