a demon in wolf's clothing

Morgana nodded, her past was never to be told to anyone either. As with me, she replied. Sorry, you smell very faintly of Crescendo. Morgana hoped this wolf was not another weakling, honestly, there was no need for more of those. But, this she wolf didn't seem to be, she was strong like Morgana. We are very much alike, you an I, Mirgana said. It was curious to how she new such a thing, having only met the she-wolf. But the way she talked, the way she carried herself, was similar. She realised that this could go two ways, walk away with a new aquaintance or a new enemy.