Blacktail Deer Plateau hollow

She was answered, though it was clear she was not wanted nor needed. If the woman's gaze was anything to go by. A small wrinkle of her nose, a sniff of irritation. Then she grew quiet. Ingram was near and Ash stared at both of them for a brief moment, before she averted her eyes.

 His mate, his nightwife. Ash knew well the longing he had for her, could hear it when he spoke. Though this she wolf, was not much to look at, she didn't seem, but that was neither here nor there, though she briefly wondered at his taste.

Though she supposed beauty was only skin deep. The girl and she was a girl, looked sickly. Ash dipped her head. 

Hello Almalexia. I'll take my leave.

Ash Paw turned away from the two, a strange irritation burning deep within her gullet. She didn't like that this she wolf had shown up. Not because she had designs on the dreadfather, but because she questioned his judgement when it came to the nightwife, this Almalexia. 

A woman barely out of girlhood, who called to him so soundly. He was obsessed and obsession caused issues, and Ash Paw was not entirely fond of possibly losing her home, because of a slip of a girl who demanded things. 

Though she could argue that she was being overly cautious and unfair. And she disgusted herself a little.