Hideaway Strath Nearly lost

She wasn’t anticipating some eyes carefully and consistently watching her. It was expected from Hemlocke to leer at a distance, it was a process to get used to his observing, silent sanguine gaze. He may have provided the illusion of being so detached from the rest of the pack but upon learning more of his nature and ways, Zsuzsa knew he just held concern in his fellow pack members.
 
It was Whrist’s question that perked her ears in surprise. There was nobody else other than Hemlocke who was aware of the poisoning. Silver eyes gave a silent look at Whrist saying, how did you find out? “Tainted hare, in Sun Mote Copse.” Zsuzsa started, keeping her voice somewhat hushed amongst other chatter, but in their close quarters, someone was bound to hear their conversation. “From a coyote with violet eyes. Be wary of prey you find looking too good to be true and dead.” Zsuzsa had no knowledge of what she was exactly poisoned with but was best to caution in case another Saints ran into a free meal somewhere in the Hinterlands.
 
A couple more filtered in. Zsuzsa was captivated by the dual eyed female in white, a trophy of a wolf skull upon her and her fur decorated with feathers. She didn’t readily associate her as Dove but knew she had to be something of a high shaman-type figure to the pack. Derg followed suit, and after some time that was all that came in so far. There was a visible frown on Zsuzsa’s muzzle as the absence of Kynareth was evident. She too could care less about the captive, but then her mind began to draw conspiracy theories if the captive did something to endanger Kynareth. Surely the whole pack would have her for dinner if she did such a thing as to harm their Grandmaster. The more time passed, the more she was growing concerned with the rest.