Hideaway Strath Something came from Nothing

The black pelted femme noticed the other hadn’t offered her name, something she could appreciate, she hated giving up anything of hers to anyone. The that included her name. However the other female spoke of the white brute Nyra.

Whrist couldn’t help but snort derisively, “Yeah Nyra… I put her in her place,” Indeed she had won the spar, but had it had been a real fight she would have died long before getting her cheep spar wining shot. She had been on her back with her throat in Nyra’s mouth for most of the spar. But this female didn’t know that, or shouldn’t know that unless Nyra was a blabbermouth and by the looks of her Nyra had not done much talking.

“That White Brute did that to you?” Whrist looked the female up and down inspecting the wounds with disinterest. She did not like the fact this one smelled like the grandmaster, like she spent far to much time with him. Whrist could admit, even if it were just to herself, she wanted the grandmaster for herself. That was a pipe dream she knew, but that didn’t mean she had to like his other bitches. 

To change the subject before her mood soured she quickly asked “How long have you been in the pack?” She had scented this female often as it was her habit as she made her rounds to check out the scent of each pack member. Committing each of the scents to memory, she also could add a face to them later. This ones scent was pretty persistent meaning she must have been with the pack either before or just after the move. This would also let the female know she knew nothing about her or her place in the pack. Maybe without prompting the female might offer a backstory. But she didn’t expect it either.