Qeya River The gentle ones can't handle me, the rough ones despise me

Sadey chuckled. This Amalia seems to know more than most about a lot of different things. I like a girl like that, can take care of herself.

Sadey shifted and eased into a seat. Her eyes on the horizon, she chuckled. Yes, hard nuff to cut diamonds you know.

She knew some of her mannerisms and quirks were a little strange, but she wouldn't change them. She would never change for anyone ever. She was a wolf of independent means, and her own personality and way.