Hideaway Strath Don't you know I'm no good for you?

Whrist smirked at the captive not flinching in the slightest as the female snapped in her face, White wolves snapping at her did not phase her in the slightest, in fact to her it almost felt laughable. She could do so much worse to that white witch, She could make her beg for life as her white whore of a sire did. She pictured those glassy eyes as the female sat down like a good little whelp when asked to by the Overseer, She snorted as turned her head toward Derg completely dismissing the female from her mind as she dismissed thoughts of her past.

Whrist schooled her expression as her heart clenched when she heard Derg refer to the captive as the grandmaster’s emotional baggage, that meant he had feelings for this one.  Keeping her expression neutral she nodded “Perhaps I shall go find this Hemlocke” She turned and trotted away without any further preamble and only a slight nod in Zsuzsa's direction. Whether or not she looked for him would remain to be seen she didn’t even have a description of him or his scent.