Blackfeather Woods change of tides

A third arrived.

There was no aggression in her body language, demeanour nor voice; it was a bit as though she was barely there at all. As if she did not realise that body language was a thing. Some might describe her body language as neutral, but some might outright say that her body language was... absent.

In response to her retort, the interestingly coloured woman seemed indignant. It spurred the flames in the wisp's heart; she enjoyed when others were put off, because it means chaos and it was an invitation for destruction. There were many entities living in these lands, but none screamed as loudly into her ears as Sithis himself; or perhaps his underlings, longing to see his wishes fulfilled.

Ursus, he mentioned, tail flagged dominantly. She canted her head as she considered that perhaps that was what her pack was called. The name Skoll Almir meant nothing to her, though. Who? she asked, head still canted as glazed eyes stared at the wolf who was clearly in charge here. The indignant woman shut her mouth and the shook one seemed to grow a little more confident, both in the face of this man who was no doubt her glorious leader.

Your mortal feuds mean little to me, she said, her voice hoarse from disuse; hoarser, it seemed, than when she made her sassy and more grounded-seeming remark, almost as if she was a different wolf altogether. This is my birthplace. Even though you wolves think everything is about you, the way she said 'you wolves' suggested she did not count herself among them, I am not here to visit wolves. The priest smirked; how typical, that the mortal wolves would think that everything was about them! Ha! As if she would walk into their lands uninvited for the sake of the wolves! It was hysterical to her, and she found herself chuckling an eerie laugh at the thought.

Of course not; she was only here for the spirits.