Haunted Wood Give me the glitterati

"Useful," She let herself relax a little. He was a packmate, she was a higher rank, and they needed strength. No more threats, they'd made their points. 

Her tail rested, swaying softly as she approached him. She doubted he'd be too happy about her being too close, but she wasn't being such a vixen - or serpent for that matter - today. She was just curious. She chuckled softly at his comment. It probably did, in all honesty. Like why she was such a snotty, stuck up bitch sometimes. But he made no move to compete with her, so she accepted his silence as a win because he clearly couldn't beat the title of Queen.  

"So, what is the deal with your twigs? Do you have a permanent itch or something?" She smirked, wondering if she could coax an answer from the secretive man. She sat down perhaps a stride from, that if he hadn't already started backing up, which would be when she sat down anyway so she didn't provoke him further.