Swiftcurrent Creek Indigo

There is a sharpness to her--perhaps subdued for the moment as they lingered, but as she admits to another substance, his gaze catching upon the brush of one limb to the other--seemingly innocent with her antics.

He inches his own paw out, swiping not just the berry placed before him in her final judgement of his surnames, but also one other--

-- had he ever tried to kill a man? Not with the intent of it so clear to him--but nor did he purposely aim to spare the lives of those who wronged his own--whether it had been throwing a wolf in the creek to be swept away or tracking down the one who blinded his daughter.

Two berries it was, and his gaze skimmed her once more. The game had escalated quickly--might as well see where else this would go... for fhe kingdom wolves didnt seem to do anything without a tactic behind it. I've never lived under the rule of a Pharaoh.