A thousand silhouettes

She listened to her intently. Who would torture their own kind? For fun? What honor was that? Even she, a women who was born into a ruthless pack, would never, ever stoop that low. The girl said they smelled of the 'dark woods'. She knew what she was talking about. It was that Pack neighboring the Plateau. It wasn't to far of a walk. Her anger burned brighter and her fur stood on end. The fighting spirit told her to give them hell, but that would probably tick off their Alpha and the next thing you knew, you would be at war. She was also pretty sure that there was pup scents lingering around. But there must have be some way to show those wolves furry. But she couldn't think of any. She looked at the white wolf when she said 'I'll make it up to you somehow.' "No need. I was just trying to do the right thing." She looked away, lost in thought. Hopefully Pura would accept her request, and come with her to the so called Blackfeather Woods.