Hideaway Strath I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

The black female rolled her shoulders in a shrug, “No one talks much here I've noticed," She paused briefly, but then continued "I won’t be a lower rank if I can help it, No one crosses me and gets away cleanly” She glanced to the ground on her left and snorted thinking again about the spar with Nyra, that white Brute having soundly taken up residence in her psyche. Even though Whrist had actually won that round.

The black wraith looked to the high branches of the trees as if she was looking for something of someone. Her gaze soon returned to the scared femme before her and  she just had to ask though it was not her place to, and she hardly knew the wolf “How did you get those scars?” Her white blue eyes searched Arlette over as if looking for more scars