Shadow Mountain You know it deep down

The panther quirks a brow at the statement, a momentary flicker of curiousity gracing her delicate, feline features. "Is that so?" She doubted the woman's claim to compare to what she had seen, the damage she had dealt and the horror she had witnessed, but continued to grin nevertheless. "Tell me, what kind of wolves have you met?" Her snake tongue drew from the warmth of inside her muzzle to sweep out and run along her dark lips, a sickly sparkle in her gaze. "And in that case... what kind of wolf are you?"