Bearclaw Valley Says he’s broke

The ghostly woman swishes her full tail with interest when she sees a wolf approaching her. Large auds cupping forward to hear their steps and eventually listen to her voice. She does find disappointment welling in her gut when she realizes it’s not the charismatic, one eyed coyote she’d met last time around her, but it seems they will have to do.

Or this was her attitude until the female’s voice rings out over the land.

Who're you, what're you doin' here, and — heck, do you not notice how lateit is? Should try back in the morning.

Instantly, Pandora’s ears face backwards with irritation. Her blood red eyes blink slowly — unimpressed by the strangers tone and words. Her tail swishes faster now and she offers her a deadpan expression.

“Sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep, hon’.” She comments silkily to the shewolf. “I was hoping for your one eyed master though.” She quips softly back, a smile curling her lips upwards. “Is he around?”