Shadewood Arriving to new lands

She'd halt her pace, lifting a dark mitten as she peered back over her shoulder, noticing the hesitance displayed by the other, and the patient, yet darkened tone they took at the quiery of pack activity. 

Oh? Touchy subject? She mused with a slight tilt of her crown, reassuming a light trot as they neared the edge of the forest. She wondered about these mentioned packs, if they too held the same damnable sort of reputation. A flicker of desire danced across her mind, wishing to know whether this one too held disgraceful heritage, or a vendetta that matched her own intensity. Still, she didn't pose the questions, allowing such thoughts to remain as they were, unanswered and cradled within the comfortable silence left between the two.

She'd listen intently to the other, now Masque, as they revealed some of the land previously an enigma to the stygian dame. She'd nod her head in a gesture of appreciation. Good enough. She remarked, pausing as they grew ever closer to the finality of their little walk together. The once tense atmosphere nearly felt amicable. Though, I'm not so much seeking those faces as much as I'm avoiding them. Any who trail me do so out of malice, however... misguided. She shrugged idly, a light scoff simply reeking of deflection falling from her jaws. 

She'd recall her manners, appreciative to have stumbled upon one who didn't immediately seek to rip the fur from her hide. Perhaps she'd finally sought out some good luck. But.... thank you. I'll seek out the areas you mentioned, though I don't plan to stay still for too long. Perhaps I'll try my luck with some of those packs. Safety in numbers, and whatnot.