Hideaway Strath What is a good Measure of fate?

Whrist found herself laughing despite herself “Puppies are idiot’s that way. The little bastard deserved what he got”

She shook her head, and frowned then when she realized it wasn’t the pup that had gotten beaten up but Nyra herself. That didn’t make sense to her in the slightest, Puppies were pack property she got that but she didn’t get the concept of parent’s protecting their young, in her experience that just didn’t happen, if a pup was stupid it paid the price. She lifted her lips in a silent snarl.

With a wrinkled muzzle showed more teeth then necessary she spit “I’ll make sure they’ll get some gifts they’ll never forget,” She calmed a little but she still had barely concealed venom in her voice as she asked “Want me to scout their numbers?” She offered,

The black wraith, opposite to the white warrior in most ways, would do almost anything to impress this woman, She gave her tail one soft wag before collecting herself and forcing herself to relax. She wanted to scout these wolves out, to get a feel for them, And she was going to do so with or without permission, though life would be easier if she got it first.