Honeyed Pasture mayday

With a flick of her tail, she mindlessly watched the other. Even as their gazes met, Conquest was unmoving... unflinching. Even when the sharp tone directed at her bit through the chilling air, all she did was flick an ear dismissively at the tone and answered in a glass tone. You look weird. Scrunching up her face, she looked down on the wolf from where she stood. Scrutinizing the woman rudely. Sadly, Conquest wasn't taught any lessons on how to meet others... no charm whatsoever.