A light on the dark side of me

Morgana had heard of a new pack, a few days journey away. She made a mental note to check out that area sometime. She nodded at the male, showing she believed his excuse. But she didn't lift her stern and dangerous exterior.
I am Morgana, she responded.
You will be on your way soon, yes? She asked the male, Jace. She had to make sure that the wold didn't have any intentions of staying so close to the boarder, there was still the possibility that he would cross over. And she didn't take any chances.
She had to admit it, this wolf was good looking. His dark pelt was admirable...her type. But she quickly dissmised those thoughts. Affection was weakness.

And she would not be weak.