Nimbus Summit Blow me away

The black femme startled a Raven back into the near by trees, intent on hiding it from the pack for now, she wasn’t sure how they’d take to her prize she’d stolen from Raven’s watch. White blue eyes watched the white brute carefully as it made her way toward Whrist’s newest roost, the place she came to be alone while she attempted to train the creature. Flashes on beeping pinned flashed through her mind before she squelched them. This one was not from her birth place this one was just unlucky to be born white. It occurred to her that her problem with this wolf was that it reminded her or her sire.

 Whrist worked hard to removed the distasteful sneer from her face. Her upbringing didn’t make her subservient to the white wolves, as they had hoped it would, rather it had done the exact opposite.  

By the time Nyra came anywhere near her, Whrist’s visage was neutral and her emotional turmoil tamped down. Nyra would soon know she was there as Whrist had spent the better part of the night mark and refreshing the edges of the packs territory.

The black wraith climbed a rather large yet comfortable rock placing herself above the white witch and stood in plain view. She noticed Nyra’s gaze and she too looked to the view taking it in for it’s beauty. This also gave her the ability to ignore the white wolf for the skyline allowing her to further fein indifference. She didn’t offer a greeting Nyra yet, if the other wanted conversation she’d have to be the one to ask for it.