a demon in wolf's clothing

Morgana smirked, As with me. Toying then crushing is kinda my thing. Its not a war is both sides have an equal chance of winning. Morgana prided herself in talking softly to the enemy and then catching it right when it didnt expect it. It was exactly what she did to that pitiful love-crazed wolf, Tempo, and what she had done to so many others. It worked every time. Morgana frowned, the answer was very clear, Well, lets just say, I talked to him and nothing good came from it. Just a warning unless you want to find yourself in a position even you will not like. She growled, the thought made her want to rip something apart, which was not good once she got started. Don't give in to his flattery, she plainly stated. She hadn't, she had seen right through it but nature had gotten the best of her, turning against her against herself. She just hoped that this she wolf was strong enough to resist.