Sleeping Dragon bone tongue

More announcements came, and her eyes shifted briefly to Dio to acknowledge him. She doesn't know him and doesn't have any qualms, and truthfully that extended to everything else that far. For as strange as the culture was within this particular pack, Mojave was rolling along with it as best as she could.

That was until things took a bit of a change. The news that someone had lost their life along their borders was news to her. It snagged her interest for a moment, though the feelings that rose up were a mixture of several. She couldn't have claimed to know any wolf that was stupid enough to get caught up in such an affair, but their natural law was writ, always loud and clear.

Her eyes trailed over Portia as she approached Thuringwethil, a curious glint settled within. Her ears went flat briefly as she watched her score their leader, but the apprehensiveness remained. This was a bizarre sight for her, even with the warning that it was coming uttered only moments before.