Qeya River vulture flocking

Sadey pulled the fish towards herself, and eyed the woman as she was speaking. She had to fight not to guffaw at Colt doing them a service. He was going after the bastard cause it was a matter of gang things. Nothing more and nothing less. That it helped another pack, well that was just in their favor as it were.

Amusement laced her eyes at the question about she and Colt. No mam, Colt is not my man. We were in a pack far away from here together. There's a sense of loyalty there. Colt likes his woman a little, umm Different than me. She wrinkled her brow. 

She didn't want to speak ill of the man, because he wasn't a awful wolf, just well a bad one....with morals. How did they even explain themselves to anyone. This was why they kept to their own members. Easier that way.

My mates been goin almost a year. I left his grave in our former home. A small sense of sadness worked it's way into her throat and voice. She missed Jax, so much.