Hideaway Strath Something came from Nothing

Whrist knew something was off but she couldn’t quite put a paw on it. She’d have to ignore her instincts yelling at her for the moment. The brutish ghost didn’t seem like the type to attack without something warranting it but then she didn’t know her or this female well enough to judge and it was not her place nor desire to pass judgment.

However this one admitted to spending much time with him, had she herself just been a distraction between baby-sitting jobs, she felt her teeth grind and her gaze hardened suddenly she realized she was staring at the female. The raven black, forcibly stopped herself and forced a neutral expression on her face.

This one was far to submissive it brought up absolutely no protective desire in Whrist. In fact it did the opposite it made her want to grab the female and shake the submission out of her, if only something like that would work. There was no place in this world for weakness. She couldn’t believe that the grandmaster put up with the behaviour constantly, that is if she wasn’t lying and he did indeed keep her by his side more often then not.

“Even I have trouble believing that.” She spoke in response to her comment about the Grandmaster. She had not met the medic of the pack and if the medic could force sleep, that one heralded watching. Whrist knew poisons, used them herself in the past, but it left a rotten taste in her maw it had been to bad she had been far to young and small at the the time to have killed them outright, they had deserved to feel her teeth steal there lives not the easy death they had gotten.  “The medic forced you to sleep?” She inquired needing to know for sure. She hated the herb pushing wolves with a passion. Well she hated most wolves, and this one was fast becoming no exception.