Hideaway Strath let us be gone

Whrist was surprised by Nyra’s aggressive words but she did not show a flicker of emotion toward the over the top threats, even if something deep inside her felt just an inkling a fear toward the white brute. She viciously clamped down on her internal emotions before they could give rise to words in her mind and create a seed of something.

The black wraith gave a vicious smile and licked her lips as if tasting the newcomers life blood on them. A show for sure but if he were to be one of them he’d have to learn to not be cowed and understand these were not just threats but promises. Her voice was silky, as she watched the brindle male circle the other enjoying the show of masculinity. “The grandmaster only has to say the word and we would do as he bids.” She promised and agreed in one smooth sentence.

Her light blue eyes watched as the male sat placing himself in a bad position should the three of them decide to make a meal of the male, food was getting harder to find in the midst of the unrelenting storm.  However it was not long before her gaze followed the circle admiring the stocky form of her Grandmaster especially in comparison to the more lanky typical wolven form of the other male.